And I will beat them in pieces as dust upon the face of the wind: I will pour them out as the mire of the streets.

And he will bring me up from the pit of destruction, from the clay of mire, and he will set my feet upon a rock, preparing my goings.

I sank in mire of depth, and no standing: I came into depths of waters and the floods overwhelmed me.

Deliver me from the mire and I shall not sink: I shall be delivered from those hating me, and from the depths of waters.