The Dead: A State of Deep Affliction

I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your care.

You have laid me in the lowest Pit, in the darkest of the depths.

For the enemy has pursued my soul, crushing my life to the ground, making me dwell in darkness like those long since dead.

Like the blind, we feel our way along the wall, groping like those without eyes. We stumble at midday as in the twilight; among the vigorous we are like the dead.