Anonymous
Beloved of All
The enemy pursues me, he crushes me to the ground; he makes me dwell in the darkness like those long dead.
So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
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.
So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
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.