Let the enemy pursue me and overtake me; Yes, let him trample my life to the earth, And lay my honor in the dust. Selah

Then I beat them as fine as the dust before the wind; I cast them out like dirt in the streets.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

All the prosperous of the earth Shall eat and worship; All those who go down to the dust Shall bow before Him, Even he who cannot keep himself alive.

“What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust; Our body clings to the ground.

Those who dwell in the wilderness will bow before Him, And His enemies will lick the dust.

He also rained meat on them like the dust, Feathered fowl like the sand of the seas;

O my God, make them like the whirling dust, Like the chaff before the wind!

For Your servants take pleasure in her stones, And show favor to her dust.

For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.

You hide Your face, they are troubled; You take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.

He raises the poor out of the dust, And lifts the needy out of the ash heap,

ד DALETH

My soul clings to the dust; Revive me according to Your word.