American Standard Version of 1901
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Then Job answered and said,
Oh that my vexation were but weighed,And all my calamity laid in the balances!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas:Therefore have my words been rash.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: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 hath no savor be eaten without salt?Or is there any taste in {Or, the juice of purslain}the white of an egg?
{Or, What things my soul refused to touch, these are as my loathsome food}My soul refuseth to touch them;They are as loathsome food to me.