Psalms 102:7

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 am like a pelican of the wilderness.

I have become as an owl of the waste places.

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,

because of your indignation and your wrath;

for you have taken me up and thrown me away.