Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed, And my calamity laid with it on the scales!

Can flavorless food be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

“What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life? Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze? Is my help not within me? And is success driven from me?