He made me sit in the dark, like those who have been dead a long time.
My enemies are chasing me; they crushed me to the ground. They made me live in darkness like those long dead.
Lord, answer me quickly, because I am getting weak. Don’t turn away from me, or I will be like those who are dead.
We are like the blind feeling our way along a wall. We feel our way as if we had no eyes. In the brightness of day we trip as if it were night. We are like dead men among the strong.