Psalms 102:4-9 My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁴ My hert is smytte downe and wythered like grasse, so that I forget to eate my bred. ⁵ For the voyce of my gronynge, my bone wil scarse cleue to my flesh. ⁶ I am become like a Pellicane in the wildernes, and like an Oule in a broken wall. ⁷ I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe. ⁸ Myne enemies reuyle me all the daye longe, they laugh me to scorne, and are sworne together against me. ⁹ I eate ashes with my bred, and mengle my drynke with wepynge.