Then I beat them fine as the dust before the wind;
I emptied them out as the mire of the streets.

He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm.

I have sunk in deep mire, and there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters, and a flood overflows me.

Deliver me from the mire and do not let me sink;
May I be delivered from my foes and from the deep waters.