Let the enemy persecute my soul, and take it; yes, let him tread down my life upon 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 as the dirt in 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 they that are fat upon earth shall eat and worship: all they that go down to the dust shall bow before him: and none can keep alive his own soul.

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 belly cleaveth to 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 dust, and feathered fowls like as the sand of the sea:

For thy servants take pleasure in her stones, and favor the dust thereof.

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 the poor out of the dust, and lifteth the needy out of the dunghill;

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