2 I wish that my sins, for which I deserve wrath, and the calamity that I endure, were weighed out on a balance.
3 Compared to the sand of the sea, they would appear heavier, and so my words are full of sorrow.
4 For the arrows of the Lord are in me, my spirit drinks of their indignation, and the terrors of the Lord are soldiers against me.
5 Will the wild ass bray when he has grass? Or will the ox bellow when he stands before a full manger?
6 Or can one eat bland food, which is not seasoned with salt? Or can anyone taste that which, if tasted, causes death?
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