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Body and solitude under strain
For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, For I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.