he has made me sit in darkness like the dead of long ago.
For the enemy has pursued me, crushing my life to the ground, making me sit in darkness like those long dead.
Answer me quickly, O Lord; my spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.
We grope like the blind along a wall, groping like those who have no eyes; we stumble at noon as in the twilight, among the vigorous as though we were dead.