Then did I beat them in pieces, like dust on the face of the wind. Like the mire in the lanes, did I scatter them.

So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, - And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:

Rescue me out of the mire, lest I sink, Let me be rescued, From my haters, and, From abysses of waters: