טִיט

I ground them as the dust of the earth; I crushed and trampled them like mud in the streets.

His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

I ground them as dust in the face of the wind; I trampled them like mud in the streets.

He lifted me up from the pit of despair, out of the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, and made my footsteps firm.

Rescue me from the mire and do not let me sink; deliver me from my foes and out of the deep waters.

I have raised up one from the north, and he has come—one from the east who calls on My name. He will march over rulers as if they were mortar, like a potter who treads the clay.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waves churn up mire and muck.

So they took Jeremiah and dropped him into the cistern of Malchiah, the king’s son, which was in the courtyard of the guard. They lowered Jeremiah with ropes into the cistern, which had no water but only mud, and Jeremiah sank down into the mud.

Then my enemy will see and will be covered with shame—she who said to me, “Where is the LORD your God?” My eyes will see her; at that time she will be trampled like mud in the streets.

Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!

Tyre has built herself a fortress; she has heaped up silver like dust, and gold like the dirt of the streets.

They will be like mighty men in battle, trampling the enemy in the mire of the streets. They will fight because the LORD is with them, and they will put the horsemen to shame.