You have renounced the covenant with your servant and have defiled his crown in the dust.

You turn people back to dust, saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”

For her stones are dear to your servants; her very dust moves them to pity.

for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.

When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust.

He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap;

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I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word.

before he made the world or its fields or any of the dust of the earth.

All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return.

and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

Therefore, as tongues of fire lick up straw and as dry grass sinks down in the flames, so their roots will decay and their flowers blow away like dust; for they have rejected the law of the Lord Almighty and spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel.

He will bring down your high fortified walls and lay them low; he will bring them down to the ground, to the very dust.

He humbles those who dwell on high, he lays the lofty city low; he levels it to the ground and casts it down to the dust.

But your dead will live, Lord; their bodies will rise— let those who dwell in the dust wake up and shout for joy— your dew is like the dew of the morning; the earth will give birth to her dead.

Brought low, you will speak from the ground; your speech will mumble out of the dust. Your voice will come ghostlike from the earth; out of the dust your speech will whisper.

But your many enemies will become like fine dust, the ruthless hordes like blown chaff. Suddenly, in an instant,

And the wild oxen will fall with them, the bull calves and the great bulls. Their land will be drenched with blood, and the dust will be soaked with fat.

Edom’s streams will be turned into pitch, her dust into burning sulfur; her land will become blazing pitch!

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens? Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket, or weighed the mountains on the scales and the hills in a balance?

Surely the nations are like a drop in a bucket; they are regarded as dust on the scales; he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust.

“Who has stirred up one from the east, calling him in righteousness to his service? He hands nations over to him and subdues kings before him. He turns them to dust with his sword, to windblown chaff with his bow.

The Fall of Babylon

“Go down, sit in the dust, Virgin Daughter Babylon; sit on the ground without a throne, queen city of the Babylonians. No more will you be called tender or delicate.

Kings will be your foster fathers, and their queens your nursing mothers. They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground; they will lick the dust at your feet. Then you will know that I am the Lord; those who hope in me will not be disappointed.”

Shake off your dust; rise up, sit enthroned, Jerusalem. Free yourself from the chains on your neck, Daughter Zion, now a captive.

The wolf and the lamb will feed together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox, and dust will be the serpent’s food. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain,” says the Lord.