Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, And my calamity laid in the balances together!

Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass? Is not my help in me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?