'Mire' in the Bible

And I beat them as dust of the earth, As mire of the streets I beat them small -- I spread them out!

'Doth a rush wise without mire? A reed increase without water?

Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

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.

And have made it for a possession of a bittern, And ponds of waters, And daubed it with the mire of destruction, The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts!

I have stirred up one from the north, And he cometh, From the rising of the sun he calleth in My name, And he cometh in on prefects as on clay, And as a potter treadeth down mire.

And the wicked are as the driven out sea, For to rest it is not able, And its waters cast out filth and mire.

And they take Jeremiah, and cast him into the pit of Malchiah son of the king, that is in the court of the prison, and they send down Jeremiah with cords; and in the pit there is no water, but mire, and Jeremiah sinketh in the mire.

That, lo, all the women who have been left in the house of the king of Judah are brought forth unto the heads of the king of Babylon, and lo, they are saying: Persuaded thee, and prevailed against thee, Have thine allies, Sunk into mire have thy feet, They have been turned backward.

And see doth mine enemy, And cover her doth shame, Who saith unto me, 'Where is Jehovah thy God?' Mine eyes do look on her, Now she is for a treading-place, As mire of the out-places.

Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.

And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.

And they have been as heroes, Treading in mire of out-places in battle, And they have fought, for Jehovah is with them, And have put to shame riders of horses.