2 Hide not thy face from me in the day of my distress: Incline thine ear unto me; In the day when I call answer me speedily.
         
                                
                        3 For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
         
                                
                        4 My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.
         
                                
                        5 By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.
         
                                
                        6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.
         
                                
                        7 I watch, and am become like a sparrow That is alone upon the house-top.
         
                                
                        8 Mine enemies reproach me all the day; They that are mad against me do curse by me.