4 For my days have faded away like smoke,and my bones have dried out like firewood.
5 I have been cut down like hay, and my heart has withered,for I had forgotten to eat my bread.
6 Before the voice of my groaning, my bone has adhered to my flesh.
7 I have become like a pelican in solitude.I have become like a night raven in a house.
8 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
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