³ The enemy pursues me,
    he crushes me to the ground;
he makes me dwell in the darkness^(A)
    like those long dead.^(B)

⁵     and like the heat of the desert.
You silence^(A) the uproar of foreigners;^(B)
    as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,
    so the song of the ruthless^(C) is stilled.