He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago. ג (Gimel)
Certainly my enemies chase me. They smash me into the ground. They force me to live in dark regions, like those who have been dead for ages.
Answer me quickly, Lord! My strength is fading. Do not reject me, or I will join those descending into the grave.
We grope along the wall like the blind, we grope like those who cannot see; we stumble at noontime as if it were evening. Though others are strong, we are like dead men.