Job 6:6

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?

⁷  The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

⁸  Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!