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Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress.
Turn Your ear to me—in the day I call,
answer me quickly.
For my days vanished like smoke,
and my bones were burned like coals.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass,
so that I even forget to eat my bread.

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For my days vanish like smoke;(A)
    my bones(B) burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(C)
    I forget to eat my food.(D)
In my distress I groan aloud(E)
    and am reduced to skin and bones.

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