3 Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.
4 For my days vanished like smoke, and my bones were burned like coals.
5 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
6 Because of the sound of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh.
7 I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.
8 I lie awake, like a lonely bird on a roof.
9 My enemies taunt me all day. My deriders use my name to curse.