Psalms 102:8

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.

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

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.

My days are like a long shadow.

I have withered like grass.