Psalms 102:5-9

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.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mixed my drink with weeping