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

He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

I sink in deep mire where there is no standing. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.