¹⁰ Like the blind^(A) we grope along the wall,
    feeling our way like people without eyes.
At midday we stumble^(B) as if it were twilight;
    among the strong, we are like the dead.^(C)

¹⁵ Yet my people have forgotten^(A) me;
    they burn incense^(B) to worthless idols,^(C)
which made them stumble^(D) in their ways,
    in the ancient paths.^(E)
They made them walk in byways,
    on roads not built up.^(F)