‘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.
The houses of Jerusalem and the houses of the kings of Judah will become impure like that place Topheth #– #all the houses on whose rooftops they have burned incense to all the stars in the sky and poured out drink offerings to other gods.” ’
When the king heard the woman’s words he tore his clothes. Then, as he was passing by on the wall, the people saw that there was sackcloth under his clothes next to his skin.
David then ordered Joab and all the people who were with him, ‘Tear your clothes, put on sackcloth, and mourn over Abner.’ And King David walked behind the coffin.
Instead of perfume there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of beautifully styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothes, sackcloth; instead of beauty, branding.
The elders of Daughter Zion sit on the ground in silence. They have thrown dust on their heads and put on sackcloth. The young women of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and every head to be shaved. I will make that grief like mourning for an only son and its outcome like a bitter day.