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

He brought me up also 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 am 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 them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.