Psalms 102:3-9

3Do 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.

4For my days vanished like smoke, and my bones were burned like coals.

5My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.

6Because of the sound of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh.

7I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.

8I lie awake, like a lonely bird on a roof.

9My enemies taunt me all day. My deriders use my name to curse.