Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

Oh that my vexation were but weighed, And all my calamity laid in the balances!

Can that which hath no savor 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 mine end, that I should be patient? Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass? Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?