Psalms 102:2-6

Do not hide Your face from me on the day of my distress; Incline Your ear to me; On the day when I call answer me quickly.

For my days have ended in smoke, And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

My heart has been struck like grass and has withered, Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

Because of the loudness of my groaning My bones cling to my flesh.

I resemble a pelican of the wilderness; I have become like an owl of the ruins.