Psalms 102:6
I am like a pelicane of the wildernesse: I am like an owle of the deserts.
I am like a pelicane of the wildernesse: I am like an owle of the deserts.
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7I watch and am as a sparrowe alone vpon the house top.
8Mine enemies reuile me dayly, and they that rage against me, haue sworne against me.
9Surely I haue eaten asshes as bread, and mingled my drinke with weeping,
3For my dayes are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burnt like an herthe.
4Mine heart is smitten and withereth like grasse, because I forgate to eate my bread.
5For the voyce of my groning my bones doe cleaue to my skinne.
14Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourne as a doue: mine eies were lift vp on high: O Lord, it hath oppressed me, comfort me.
28I went mourning without sunne: I stood vp in the congregation and cryed.
29I am a brother to the dragons, & a companion to the ostriches.
30My skinne is blacke vpon me, & my bones are burnt with heate.
6And I said, Oh that I had wings like a doue: then would I flie away and rest.
7Beholde, I woulde take my flight farre off, and lodge in the wildernes. Selah.
15Nor the ostrich, nor the nightcrow, nor the semeaw, nor the hawke after her kinde,
16Neither the litle owle, nor the great owle, nor the redshanke,
17Nor the pellicane, nor the swanne, nor the cormorant:
13They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.
14I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.
15My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16The ostrich also, and the night crowe, and the seameaw, and the hauke after his kinde:
17The litle owle also, and the connorant, and the great owle.
18Also the redshanke and the pelicane, and the swanne:
4And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
22Because I am poore and needie, and mine heart is wounded within me.
23I depart like the shadowe that declineth, and am shaken off as the grashopper.
11My dayes are like a shadowe that fadeth, and I am withered like grasse.
8Therefore I will mourne and howle: I wil goe without clothes, and naked: I will make lamentation like the dragons, and mourning as the ostriches.
11But the pelicane and the hedgehog shall possesse it, and the great owle, and the rauen shall dwel in it, and he shall stretch out vpon it the line of vanitie, and the stones of emptinesse.
4Then I saide, I am cast away out of thy sight: yet will I looke againe towarde thine holy Temple.
11Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
12Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
19He hath cast me into the myre, and I am become like ashes and dust.
14There shall meete also Ziim and Iim, and the Satyre shall cry to his fellow, and the shricheowle shall rest there, and shall finde for her selfe a quiet dwelling.
15There shall the owle make her nest, and laye, and hatche, and gather them vnder her shadowe: there shall the vultures also bee gathered, euery one with her make.
3I am wearie of crying: my throte is drie: mine eyes faile, whiles I waite for my God.
5Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
15I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
6I stretch forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. Selah.
9Shall mine heritage bee vnto mee, as a bird of diuers colours? are not the birdes about her, saying, Come, assemble all ye beastes of the fielde, come to eate her?
6Hee hath also made mee a byword of the people, and I am as a Tabret before them.
10He was vnto me as a beare lying in waite, and as a Lion in secret places.
11He hath stopped my wayes, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
6But I am a worme, and not a man: a shame of men, and the contempt of the people.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lorde: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
1To him that excelleth. A Psalme to giue instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
8I am weakened and sore broken: I roare for the very griefe of mine heart.
6I am bowed, and crooked very sore: I goe mourning all the day.
16Turne thy face vnto mee, and haue mercie vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.
6Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.