Psalms 102:6

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.

By reason of the voice of my groaning,

my bones stick to my skin.

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.

For I have eaten ashes like bread,

and mixed my drink with tears,