lyke a Pellycane of the wilderness

For my dayes are consumed awaye lyke smoke, and my bones are brent up, as it were with a fyre brande. My hert is smitten downe and withered lyke grasse, so that I forget to eat my bred. For the voice of my gronynge, my bones wyll scarse cleve to my flesh. I am become lyke a Pellycane of the wilderness, and lyke an owl that is in the deserte.

Psalms 102, trans. Coverdale