Job 6:4-6

The Voice

⁴     The arrows of the Highest One^[a] have sunk deeply into me;
        my spirit drinks their poison.
        The terrors of God assemble like soldiers marching against me.
⁵     Does a wild donkey bray in hunger in a field of fresh grass?
        Does an ox low with pangs over plenty of feed?
⁶     If I were served a tasteless mush,
        how could I eat it without at least adding salt?
        Or is there even any sense of taste in the slime of a plant?^[b]