Viewing verse 3 of Job 6 (with context)
Read Full Chapter But Job answered and said,
Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!*
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.*
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?*
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?