nothing
2 “Oh that my vexation were weighed,
and all my calamity laid in the balances!
3 For then it would be heavier than zthe sand of the sea;
therefore my words have been rash.
4 For athe arrows of the Almighty are in me;
my spirit drinks their poison;
the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass,
or the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt,
or is there any taste in the juice of the mallow?1
7 My appetite refuses to touch them;
they are as food that is loathsome to me.2