Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“I wish my suffering could be weighed and my misery put on scales.

Tasteless food is not eaten without salt, and there is no flavor in the white of an egg.

“I do not have the strength to wait. There is nothing to hope for, so why should I be patient? I do not have the strength of stone; my flesh is not bronze. I have no power to help myself, because success has been taken away from me.