2 Don't hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me. Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
3 For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
4 My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, For I forget to eat my bread.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
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