he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead of long ago.
For the enemy has pursued me; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me sit in darkness like those long dead.
Make haste to answer me, O Lord! My spirit fails! Hide not thy face from me, lest I be like those who go down to the Pit.
We grope for the wall like the blind, we grope like those who have no eyes; we stumble at noon as in the twilight, among those in full vigor we are like dead men.