Psalms 102:6–7

The psalmist feels like a lonely bird on the roof

6I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I have become like an owl of the ruins.

7I keep watch, and I am like a bird alone on the roof.

Study it word by word

In its context

4Struck down like grass and withered is my heart, for I forget to eat my bread.

5Because of the sound of my groaning my bone clings to my flesh.

…

8All the day my enemies taunt me; those who rage against me swear by me.

9For ashes like bread I have eaten, and my drink with weeping I have mixed,

Read all of Psalms 102

Its words in the original

Loneliness