He made me dwell in dark places like those long dead.
For an enemy pursues my soul. He crushes my life down to the ground. He makes me dwell in darkness, like those long dead.
Answer me speedily, Adonai— my spirit fails. Hide not Your face from me, lest I become like those who go down into the Pit.
We grope along the wall like the blind. We grope like those with no eyes. We stumble at noon as at twilight. We are like the dead in desolation.