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

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

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

When my enemies see this, they will be covered with shame. They say to me, “Where is the Lord your God?” I will gloat over them. Then they will be trampled down like mud in the streets.