Job 6:7
“The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.”
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?
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Related Verses
“So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.”
“Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.”
“But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.”
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.”
“So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.”