4
My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, For I forget to eat my bread.
5
By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
6
I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
7
I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
8
My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
9
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with tears,