For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
102:2 Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my trouble; Incline Your ear to me; In the day that I call, answer me speedily.
102:3 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
102:4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.