In darkplacesHe has made me dwell,Like those who have longbeen dead.
For the enemyhas persecutedmy soul;He has crushedmy lifeto the ground;He has made me dwellin darkplaces,like those who have longbeen dead.
Answerme quickly,O LORD,my spiritfails;Do not hideYour facefrom me, Or I will becomelikethose who godownto the pit.
We gropealong the walllike blindmen,We gropelike those who havenoeyes;We stumbleat middayas in the twilight,Among those whoare vigorous[we are] like deadmen.
