MSB(i)
4 My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread.
5 Through my loud groaning my flesh clings to my bones.
6 I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.
7 I lie awake; I am like a lone bird on a housetop.
8 All day long my enemies taunt me; they ridicule me and curse me.
9 For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with tears