5 Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.
6 I am like an owl of the wilderness; I am like a little owl of the ruins.
7 I lie awake and I am like a lone bird on a roof.
8 All the day my enemies reproach me; those who mock me swear oaths against me.
9 Indeed, I eat ashes like bread and mix my drink with tears
10 because of your indignation and anger, for you have picked me up and thrown me away.
11 My days are like a lengthened shadow, and I wither like grass.