let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

Then I beat them small as the dust before the wind. I cast them out as the mire of the streets.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can't keep his soul alive.

"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

Those who dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him. His enemies shall lick the dust.

He rained also flesh on them as the dust; winged birds as the sand of the seas.

You have renounced the covenant of your servant. You have defiled his crown in the dust.

For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and have pity on her dust.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.

He raises up the poor out of the dust. Lifts up the needy from the ash heap;

My soul is laid low in the dust. Revive me according to your word!