Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long-sleeved robe she was wearing. She put her hand on her head and went away crying out.
Job 2:8 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes. American Standard Version (1901) And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself therewith; and he sat among the ashes. Common English Bible Job took a piece of broken pottery to scratch himself and sat down on a mound of ashes. Catholic Public Domain Version So he took a shard of earthenware and scraped the discharge, while sitting on a heap of refuse. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And he took a potsherd and scraped the corrupt matter, sitting on a dunghill. |
Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long-sleeved robe she was wearing. She put her hand on her head and went away crying out.
When Mordecai learned all that had occurred, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and ashes, went into the middle of the city, and cried loudly and bitterly.
There was great mourning among the Jewish people in every province where the king’s command and edict reached. They fasted, wept, and lamented, and many lay in sackcloth and ashes.
His wife said to him, ‘Are you still holding on to your integrity? Curse God and die! ’
Therefore, I reject my words and am sorry for them; I am dust and ashes. ,
to provide for those who mourn in Zion; to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, festive oil instead of mourning, and splendid clothes instead of despair. And they will be called righteous trees, planted by the Lord to glorify him.
My dear people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer will come on us.
Because of you, they raise their voices and cry out bitterly. They throw dust on their heads; they roll in ashes.
When word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
‘Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles that were done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented in sackcloth and ashes long ago.