And Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her long coat that was on her, and put her hand on her head and went away crying bitterly.
Job 2:8 - The Scriptures 2009 And he took a potsherd with which to scrape himself while he sat in the midst of 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. |
And Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her long coat that was on her, and put her hand on her head and went away crying bitterly.
And Mordeḵai learned of all that had been done, and Mordeḵai tore his garments and put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the midst of the city, and cried out with a loud and bitter cry.
And in every province where the sovereign’s command and decree came, there was great mourning among the Yehuḏim, and fasting, and weeping, and wailing. And many lay in sackcloth and ashes.
And his wife said to him, “Do you still hold fast to your integrity? Curse Elohim and die!”
For my loins have become filled with burning, And there is no soundness in my flesh.
to appoint unto those who mourn in Tsiyon: to give them embellishment for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. And they shall be called trees of righteousness, a planting of יהוה, to be adorned.
O daughter of my people, gird on sackcloth, and roll about in ashes! Make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation because suddenly the ravager shall come upon us.
and they shall raise their voice and cry bitterly over you, and cast dust on their heads, rolling themselves in ashes.
And the word reached the sovereign of Ninewĕh, so he arose from his throne and took off his robe, and covered himself with sackcloth and sat in ashes.
“Woe to you, Korazin! Woe to you, Bĕyth Tsaiḏa! Because if the miracles which were done in you had been done in Tsor and Tsiḏon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.