3 For my days are consumed like smoke,And my bones are burned like a hearth.
4 My heart is stricken 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 a pelican of the wilderness;I am like an owl of the desert.
7 I lie awake,And am like a sparrow alone on the housetop.
8 My enemies reproach me all day long;Those who deride me swear an oath against me.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread,And mingled my drink with weeping,