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

He brought me up out of a horrible pit [of tumult and of destruction], out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a rock, steadying my footsteps and establishing my path.

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

Rescue me from the mire and do not let me sink;
Let me be rescued from those who hate me and from the deep waters.

Which taketh up the simple out of the dust, and lifteth the poor out of the mire,

May burning coals fall on them; may they be cast into fire, and into miry pits, never to rise again.