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3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas — no wonder my words have been rash. 4For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me. 5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder? 6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg? 7My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.