Job 6:7

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.

Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?

Or does the ox low over his fodder?

Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt?

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

“Oh that I might have my request,

that God would grant the thing that I long for,

even that it would please God to crush me;

that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

Let it still be my consolation,

yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare,

that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.