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But Iob answered, and sayd,

Oh that my griefe were throughly weighed, and my calamitie layd in the balances together.

For now it would be heauier then the sand of the sea, therefore my words are swallowed vp.

For the arrowes of the Almightie are within me, the poyson whereof drinketh vp my spirit: the terrors of God doe set themselues in aray against mee.

Doeth the wilde asse bray when he hath grasse? or loweth the oxe ouer his fodder?

Can that which is vnsauery, bee eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egge?

The things that my soule refused to touch, are as my sorrowfull meat.