He has made me live in darkness like those who are dead and gone.
My enemies chase me. They crush me down to the ground. They make me live in the darkness like those who died long ago.
Lord, answer me quickly. I’m growing weak. Don’t turn your face away from me, or I will be like those who go down into the grave.
Like blind people we feel our way along the wall. We are like those who can’t see. At noon we trip and fall as if the sun had already set. Compared to those who are healthy, we are like dead people.