He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.

I grind them as fine as the dust of the ground; I crush them and stomp on them like clay ¹  in the streets.

If he piles up silver like dust and stores up clothing like mounds of clay,

He rained down meat on them like dust, birds as numerous as the sand on the seashores. ¹ 

I grind them as fine windblown dust; ¹  I beat them underfoot ²  like clay ³  in the streets.

I will bring distress on the people ¹  and they will stumble ²  like blind men, for they have sinned against the Lord. Their blood will be poured out like dirt; their flesh ³  will be scattered ⁴  like manure.

Tyre built herself a fortification and piled up silver like dust and gold like the mud of the streets!

And I will make your descendants like the dust of the earth, so that if anyone is able to count the dust of the earth, then your descendants also can be counted. ¹ 

Your descendants will be like the dust of the earth, ¹  and you will spread out ²  to the west, east, north, and south. All the families of the earth will pronounce blessings on one another ³  using your name and that of your descendants. ⁴ 

Now, Lord God, may your promise ¹  to my father David be realized, ²  for you have made me king over a great nation as numerous as the dust of the earth.

Who stirs up this one from the east? ¹  Who ²  officially commissions him for service? ³  He hands nations over to him, ⁴  and enables him to subdue ⁵  kings. He makes them like dust with his sword, like windblown straw with his bow. ⁶ 

Jehoahaz had no army left ¹  except for fifty horsemen, ten chariots, and 10,000 foot soldiers. The king of Syria had destroyed his troops ²  and trampled on them like dust. ³