He has left me to dwell in dark places like those long dead.
The enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground. He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead.
Hasten to answer me, Lord; for my spirit fails me. Do not hide your face from me, lest I become like those descending to the pit.
Like those who are blind we grope along the wall, like people without eyes we feel our way. We stumble at midday as if at twilight, among the vigorous, we are like the dead.