And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.