Job 6:2, 6, 11-13

“Oh that my vexation were weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!

Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt, or is there any taste in the juice of the mallow?

What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient? Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh bronze? Have I any help in me, when resource is driven from me?