let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it. Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

Then I beat them small as the dust before the wind. I cast them out as the mire of the streets.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.

All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who cannot keep his soul alive.

What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body clings to the ground.

Those who dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him, and his enemies shall lick the dust.

He also rained flesh upon them as the dust, and winged birds as the sand of the seas.

O my God, make them like the whirling dust, as stubble before the wind,

For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity upon her dust.

For he knows our frame. He remembers that we are dust.

Thou hide thy face, they are troubled. Thou take away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

He raises up a poor man out of the dust, and lifts up a needy man from the dunghill,

My soul clings to the dust. Enliven thou me according to thy word.