3 For my days are consumed like smoke,and my bones are burned as a furnace.
4 My heart is struck down and withered like grass,so that I forget to eat my bread.
5 Because of the sound of my groaningmy bones cling to my skin.
6 I am like an owl of the wilderness,like a screech owl of the desert.
7 I stay awake and amas a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
8 My enemies reproach me all the day,and those who taunt me curse my name.
9 For I have eaten ashes like breadand mixed my drink with weeping,