In what day soever I shall call upon Thee, hear me speedily.
For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.
I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered, because I forgot to eat my bread.
Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.
I am become like to a pelican of the wilderness: I am like a night-raven in the house.
I have watched, and become as a sparrow, all alone on the house-top.
All the day long my enemies reproached me: and they that praised me did swear against me.
For I did eat ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping.
Because of Thy anger and indignation: for having lifted me up, Thou hast thrown me down.
My days have declined like a shadow, and I am withered like grass.