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For my days vanish like smoke;(A)
    my bones burn away as in a furnace.
My heart is withered, dried up like grass,
    too wasted to eat my food.
From my loud groaning
    I become just skin and bones.
I am like a desert owl,
    like an owl among the ruins.
I lie awake and moan,
    like a lone sparrow on the roof.
All day long my enemies taunt me;
    in their rage, they make my name a curse.[a]
10 I eat ashes like bread,
    mingle my drink with tears.(B)
11 Because of your furious wrath,
    you lifted me up just to cast me down.
12 (C)My days are like a lengthening shadow;(D)
    I wither like the grass.

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Footnotes

  1. 102:9 They make my name a curse: enemies use the psalmist’s name in phrases such as, “May you be as wretched as this person!”