The enemy will pursue my soul, and overtake; and he will tread down my life to the earth, and he will cause mine honor to dwell upon the dust Silence.

And I will beat them in pieces as dust upon the face of the wind: I will pour them out as the mire of the streets.

My strength was dried up as the potsherd, and my tongue cleaving to my jaws; and thou wilt set me for the dust of death.

All the fat ones of the earth shall eat and worship before him, and all they going down to dust shall bow down, and he preserved not alive his soul.

What the profit in my blood in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it announce thy truth?

For our soul was bowed down to the dust: our belly was glued to the earth.

Inhabitants of the desert shall bow before him, and his enemies shall lick the dust

And he will rain flesh upon them as the dust, birds of feather as the sand of the seas.

For thy servants delighted in her stones, and they will compassionate her dust

For he knew our formation; he remembered that we are dust.

Thou wilt hide thy face, they will tremble: thou wilt take away their spirit, they shall expire and turn back to dust

Raising up the poor from the dust, he will lift up the needy from the dunghill.

My soul did cleave to the dust: make me alive according to thy word.