Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!

Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallow?

“What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient? Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze? Do I have any power to help myself, now that success has been driven from me?