Job 6:5

“Oh that my anguish were weighed,

and all my calamity laid in the balances!

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas,

therefore my words have been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me.

My spirit drinks up their poison.

The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt?

Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them.

They are as loathsome food to me.

“Oh that I might have my request,

that God would grant the thing that I long for,