Psalms 102:6
I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
I am like a bird living by itself in the waste places; like the night-bird in a waste of sand.
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7 I keep watch like a bird by itself on the house-top.
8 My haters say evil of me all day; those who are violent against me make use of my name as a curse.
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
3 My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
4 My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.
5 Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
14 I make cries like a bird; I give out sounds of grief like a dove: my eyes are looking up with desire; O Lord, I am crushed, take up my cause.
28 I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
29 I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.
30 My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
6 And I said, If only I had wings like a dove! for then I would go in flight from here and be at rest.
7 I would go wandering far away, living in the waste land. (Selah.)
15 And the ostrich and the night-hawk and the sea-hawk and birds of that sort;
16 The little owl and the great owl and the water-hen;
17 And the pelican and the vulture and the cormorant;
13 I saw their mouths wide open, like lions crying after food.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
16 And the ostrich and the night-hawk and the sea-hawk, and birds of that sort;
17 And the little owl and the cormorant and the great owl;
18 And the water-hen and the pelican and the vulture;
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
12 I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.
22 For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.
23 I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
8 For this I will be full of sorrow and give cries of grief; I will go uncovered and unclothed: I will give cries of grief like the jackals and will be in sorrow like the ostriches.
11 But the birds of the waste land will have their place there; it will be a heritage for the bittern and the raven: and it will be measured out with line and weight as a waste land.
4 For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
14 And the beasts of the waste places will come together with the jackals, and the evil spirits will be crying to one another, even the night-spirit will come and make her resting-place there.
15 The arrowsnake will make her hole and put her eggs there, and get her young together under her shade: there the hawks will come together by twos.
3 I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.
5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
6 My hands are stretched out to you: my soul is turned to you, like a land in need of water. (Selah.)
9 My heritage is like a brightly coloured bird to me; the cruel birds are attacking her on every side: go, get together all the beasts of the field, make them come for destruction.
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
10 He is like a bear waiting for me, like a lion in secret places.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
6 But I am a worm and not a man; cursed by men, and looked down on by the people.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
1 <To the chief music-maker. Maschil. Of the sons of Korah.> Like the desire of the roe for the water-streams, so is my soul's desire for you, O God.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
6 I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
16 Be turned to me, and have mercy on me; for I am troubled and have no helper.
6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.