My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.
My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

A rope lies hidden in the dirt; a trap lies waiting for him where he is walking."

The dirt on his grave is sweet to him.
Everyone follows behind him,
and those who go before him are without number.

Its stones [are the] place of sapphire, and [the] earthen dirt {has} gold.

He has cast me into the dirt, and I have become like dust and ashes.

when the dust hardens like cast metal
and the clods of dirt stick together?