YLT(i)
9 Therefore hath judgment been far from us, And righteousness reacheth us not, We wait for light, and lo, darkness, For brightness—in thick darkness we go,
10 We feel like the blind for the wall, Yea, as without eyes we feel, We have stumbled at noon as at twilight, In desolate places as the dead.
11 We make a noise as bears—all of us, And as doves we coo sorely; We wait for judgment, and there is none, For salvation—it hath been far from us.