2Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call. 3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
After · Psalm 102:5–6
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin. 6I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.