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 broken pottery; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and you have brought me down to the dust of death.

"What profit is there in my death if I go down to the Pit? Can dust worship you? Can it proclaim your faithfulness?"

For we have collapsed in the dust; our bodies cling to the ground.

May the nomads bow down before him, and his enemies lick the dust.

He caused meat to rain on them like dust and winged birds as the sand of the sea.

You return people to dust merely by saying, "Return, you mortals!"

For he knows how we were formed, aware that we were made from dust.

When you withdraw your favor, they are disappointed; Take away their breath, and they die and return to dust.

He lifts the poor person from the dust, raising the needy from the trash pile

My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to your word.