6:2 “Oh, if only my grief could be weighed,
and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
6:3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea,
that is why my words have been wild.
6:4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
my spirit drinks their poison;
God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
6:5 “Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass?
Or does the ox low near its fodder?
6:14 “To the one in despair, kindness should come from his friend
even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.