Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“Oh, that my grief could actually be weighed And placed in the balances together with my tragedy [to see if my grief is the grief of a coward]!

“Can something that has no taste to it be eaten without salt? Or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?

“What strength do I have left, that I should wait [and hope]? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient and endure? “Is my strength and endurance that of stones, Or is my flesh made of bronze? “Is it that I have no help within myself, And that success and wisdom have been driven from me?