I am like a pelican of the desert, like an owl of the waste places.
I have become a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me. The light of my eyes—also, not with me.
I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah