CLV(i)
4 My heart is smitten and is drying up like herbage, For I forget to eat my bread."
5 Because of the sound of my sighing My bones cling to my flesh.
6 I am like a pelican of the marshy wilderness; I have become like a little owl of the deserted places.
7 I am watchful, And I am becoming like a solitary bird on a housetop."