4. For my days vanished like smoke, and my bones were burned like coals.
5. My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
6. Because of the sound of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh.
7. I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.
8. I lie awake, like a lonely bird on a roof.
9. My enemies taunt me all day. My deriders use my name to curse.
10. For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears—