Venting

I am lonely as a pelican in the wilderness,
as an owl in the ruins,
as a sparrow alone on the rooftop;
I do not sleep.

All day long my enemies taunt me,
they burn with anger and use my name as a curse.
I make ashes my bread, I mix tears with my drink,
because of your anger and reproach —
you, who raised me up, have dashed me to the ground.

Psalm 101:6-10