let the enemy persecute my soul and take it; yea, let him trample down my life on the earth and lay my honor in the dust. Selah.

Then I beat them small as the dust before the wind; I cast them out like the dirt in the streets.

and You have brought Me into the dust of death. For dogs have circled around Me; the band of spoilers have hemmed Me in, piercers of My hands and My feet.

All the fat ones on the earth shall eat and worship; all those who go down to the dust shall bow before Him; and none can keep alive his own soul.

What profit is in my blood, in going down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? Shall it tell of Your truth?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly holds fast to the earth.

Those who dwell in the wilderness shall bow before Him; and His enemies shall lick the dust.

and He also rained flesh on them like dust, and winged birds like the sand of the sea;

You turn man to dust, and say, Return, sons of men.

For Your servants take pleasure in its stones, and pity its dust.

For He knows our form; He remembers that we are dust.

You hide Your face, they are troubled; You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.

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

DALETH: My soul clings to the dust; give me life according to Your Word.