Job 6:4

²  Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

³  For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

⁴  For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

⁵  Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

⁶  Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?