The Boac River, however, remains unsuitable for domestic and agricultural purposes because of heavy siltation from the mine tailings.

There were bruises already coming' on her arms.

Her face was bruised. She had a black eye.

Maon, Carmel, Ziph, Jutah,

Maon, Carmel, Ziph, Jutah,

Maon, Carmel, and Ziph, and Juttah,

Maon, Carmel, and Ziph, and Juttah,

Bacteria growing near the hot hydrothermal vents or in the cold hydrocarbon seepage from sediments (including compressed gas hydrates) can be sources of food.

They showed puss oozing out from between their teeth.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

Sharp stones are under him he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

Sharp stones are under him he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

She had bruises on her arms and... she showed me her neck.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

He was said to have sustained a clot on the brain that rendered him partially paralysed and unable to speak.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

In all this talk of bugs and evolution of slime and ooze, did Mr. Cates ever make any reference to God?

But the wicked are like the troubled sea for it can't rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea for it can't rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchijah the king's son, that was in the court of the guard and they let down Jeremiah with cords. In the dungeon there was no water, but mire and Jeremiah sank in the mire.

Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchijah the king's son, that was in the court of the guard and they let down Jeremiah with cords. In the dungeon there was no water, but mire and Jeremiah sank in the mire.

Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the son of Hammelech, that was in the court of the prison and they let down Jeremiah with cords. And in the dungeon there was no water, but mire so Jeremiah sunk in the mire.

Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the son of Hammelech, that was in the court of the prison and they let down Jeremiah with cords. And in the dungeon there was no water, but mire so Jeremiah sunk in the mire.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

They were barefoot, and with each step their toes sank into the muck sending hundreds of flies scattering from the rancid pile.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

By blocking a river's flow, dams prevent silt from reaching the downstream basin.

I ran out of excuses about how we got black eyes and busted lips and bruises. I didn't had no more excuses.

The same report states that Mr. Falcon Ríos was very destabilized by the current situation, which presents concurrent difficulties , and that he was bruised, weakened by the torture he had undergone and events associated with trauma .

Deliver me out of the mire, and don't let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.