3 For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
4 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; for I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.
7 I watch, and am become like a sparrow that is alone upon the housetop.
8 Mine enemies reproach me all the day; they that are mad against me do curse by me.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.