5 I have been cut down like hay, and my heart has withered, for I had forgotten to eat my bread.
6 Before the voice of my groaning, my bone has adhered to my flesh.
7 I have become like a pelican in solitude. I have become like a night raven in a house.
8 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
9 All day long my enemies reproached me, and those who praised me swore oaths against me.
10 For I chewed on ashes like bread, and I mixed weeping into my drink.
11 By the face of your anger and indignation, you lifted me up and threw me down.