Psalms 102:4-8

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.

I lie awake, I have become like a solitary bird on a housetop.

My enemies have taunted me all day long; Those who deride me have used my name as a curse.