I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.
I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah
My heart pounds, my strength fails me. The light of my eyes—also, not with me.
My soul waits for my Lord, more than watchmen for the morning, watchmen for the morning.
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Distant from my salvation are the words of my groaning.
I have become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.