Mine heart is smitten, and withered like grass, because I forgat [a]to eat my bread.

For the voice of my groaning, my bones do cleave to my skin.

I am like a [b]pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the deserts.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:4 My sorrows were so great, that I passed not for mine ordinary food.
  2. Psalm 102:6 Ever mourning and solitary, casting out fearful cries.

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