Webster(i)
4 (102:3)For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
5 (102:4)My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.
6 (102:5)By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my skin.
7 (102:6)I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
8 (102:7)I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.
9 (102:8)My enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are enraged against me are sworn against me.