2“If only my grief could be weighed
and placed with my calamity on the scales.
3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas —
no wonder my words have been rash.
4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
my spirit drinks in their poison;
the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass,
or an ox low over its fodder?
— Job 6:2-5