Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“If my misery could be weighed and my troubles be put on the scales

Don’t people complain about unsalted food? Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg?

But I don’t have the strength to endure. I have nothing to live for. Do I have the strength of a stone? Is my body made of bronze? No, I am utterly helpless, without any chance of success.