Job 6:9

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,

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.

What is my strength, that I should wait?

What is my end, that I should be patient?

Is my strength the strength of stones?

Or is my flesh of bronze?