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

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Deliver me out of the mire, and do not let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Let burning coals fall on them. Let them be thrown into the fire, into miry pits, from where they never rise.