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

And he brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock; he hath established my goings:

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing; I am come into the depths of waters, and the flood overfloweth me.

Deliver me out of the mire, let me not sink; let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the depths of waters.