We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as If we had no eyes, seeking for a way out of the dungeon of misery; we stumble at noonday as in the night, increasing their misery and sorrow in their fruitless groping for light; we are in desolate places as dead men, as dead people in the midst of healthy and strong men. While the true believers enjoy life in the fellowship with Jehovah, the hypocrites and wicked people are on their way to eternal destruction.

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