Now, the author names the very worst thing rooted in his mind, eating him up inside. He feels that God does not think of him anymore. The Lord has pulled his hands off him. He let him go. (Compare with I had said in my alarm, I am cut off from your sight,
Psalm 31:22a). And that is why I am a nameless corpse that no one looks at. I look like a fallen soldier who is carelessly thrown into a mass grave.
6 Je suis étendu parmi les morts,Semblable à ceux qui sont tués et couchés dans le sépulcre,A ceux dont tu n'as plus le souvenir,Et qui sont séparés de ta main.