¹ Then Job replied: ² “If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! ³ It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous. ⁴ The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God`s terrors are marshaled against me. ⁵ Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder? ⁶ Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow? ⁷ I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. ⁸ “Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,