let the enemy of my soul pursue, and overtake and trample my life into the ground, and lay my honor in the dust. Selah

And I ground them like dust {in the wind}, I emptied them out like mud of [the] streets.

My strength is dry like a potsherd, and my tongue is sticking [to] my jaws; and you have placed me in [the] dust of death.

All [the] {healthy ones} of [the] earth will eat and worship. Before him all [of] those descending [into the] dust will kneel, even he [who] cannot keep his soul alive.

"What gain [is there] in my {death}, in my going down into [the] pit? Will [the] dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our {body} clings to the ground.

Let [the] desert dwellers bow down before him, and his enemies lick the dust.

Then he rained meat on them like dust, even winged birds like [the] sand of [the] seas.

You return man to [the] dust, {saying}, "Return, O sons of man."

Your servants take pleasure in her stones, and show favor to its dust.

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

You hide your face, they are terrified. You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.

[He] raises [the] helpless from [the] dust; he lifts [the] needy from [the] ash heap,

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