^{4 Ref} Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

^{5 Ref} From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

^{6 Ref} I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

^{7 Ref} I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

^{8 Ref} All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

^{9 Ref} Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,