You had thoroughly plunged me in filth, and my garment has abhorred me.

For the end, [A Psalm] of David, for alternate [strains]. Save me, O God; for the waters have come in to my soul.

I am stuck fast in deep mire, and there is no standing: I have come in to the depths of the sea, and a storm has overwhelmed me.

And they cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the king's son, which was in the court of the prison; and they let him down into the pit: and there was no water in the pit, but mire. And he was in the mire.

And he took a potsherd to scrape away the discharge, and sat upon a dung heap outside the city.

Therefore I have counted myself vile, and have fainted: and I esteem myself dust and ashes.

And Abraham answered and said, Now I have begun to speak to my Lord, and I am [but] dust and ashes.