4 For my days vanish like smoke;my bones burn away as in a furnace.
5 My heart is withered, dried up like grass,too wasted to eat my food.
6 From my loud groaningI become just skin and bones.
7 I am like a desert owl,like an owl among the ruins.
8 I lie awake and moan,like a lone sparrow on the roof.
9 All day long my enemies taunt me;in their rage, they make my name a curse.
10 I eat ashes like bread,mingle my drink with tears.