The evil-doers are not so; but are like the dust from the grain, which the wind takes away.

then, let my enemy pursue me, let him overtake me, and let him trample my life to the ground. Interlude Let him put my honor into the dust.

I ground them like wind-swept dust; I emptied them out like dirt in the street.

My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
And my [dry] tongue clings to my jaws;
And You have laid me in the dust of death.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

All the prosperous of the earth will eat and worship;
All those who go down to the dust (the dead) will bow before Him,
Even he who cannot keep his soul alive.

“What profit is there in my blood (death), if I go down to the pit (grave)?
Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness [to man]?

Let them be like dust from the grain before the wind; let the angel of the Lord send them in flight.

Thou dust make us, A reproach to our neighbours, A mockery and a derision to them who are round about us:

Thou dust make us, A by-word among the nations, - A shaking of the head among the peoples.

For our life has melted away into the dust;
Our body clings to the ground.

Before him the coastlands will bow down, and his enemies will lick the dust.

He rained flesh also upon them as dust, and feathered fowls like as the sand of the sea:

O my God, make them like whirling dust,
Like chaff before the wind [worthless and without substance].

You have spurned the covenant of Your servant;
You have profaned his crown in the dust.

You turn man back to dust,
And say, “Return [to the earth], O children of [mortal] men!”

And why? Thy servants think upon her stones, and it pitieth them to see her in the dust.

For he knoweth whereof we be made, he remembereth that we are but dust;

But when thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; when thou takest away their breath, they die, and are turned again to their dust.

Which taketh up the simple out of the dust, and lifteth the poor out of the mire,

{Daleth} My soul cleaveth unto the dust; O quicken thou me, according to thy word.

Man's breath goes out, he is turned back again to dust; in that day all his purposes come to an end.

He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.