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

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship: All they that go down to the dust shall bow before him, Even he that 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 cleaveth unto the earth.

They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him; And his enemies shall lick the dust.

He rained flesh also 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 knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.

Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath, they die, And return to their dust.

He raiseth up the poor out of the dust, And lifteth up the needy from the dunghill;

DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.