Job 6:3-5

The Voice

³     For there is not enough sand in the seas to outweigh it!
        It’s no wonder my untamed words are but incoherent stammering.
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?