Psalms 102:5

Don’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.

For my days consume away like smoke.

My bones are burned as a torch.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered,

for I forget to eat my bread.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness.

I have become as an owl of the waste places.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

My enemies reproach me all day.

Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.