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.
10 For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears—
11 because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.