Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“Oh that my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my calamity!

Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should endure? Is my strength the strength of stones, Or is my flesh bronze? Is it that my help is not within me, And that deliverance is driven from me?