He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead.
The enemy pursues me, he crushes me to the ground; he makes me dwell in the darkness like those long dead.
Answer me quickly, Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me or I will be like those who go down to the pit.
Like the blind we grope along the wall, feeling our way like people without eyes. At midday we stumble as if it were twilight; among the strong, we are like the dead.