He has made me live in dark places like the dead of old.
For the enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness like those who died of old.
O Jehovah, answer me quickly; my spirit is spent; do not hide Your face from me lest I be compared with the ones who go down to the Pit.
We grope for the wall like the blind ones, and we grope as if we had no eyes; we stumble at noonday as in the twilight, in desolate places like ones dying.