O daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and roll in ashes: make mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the plunderer shall suddenly come upon us.
For word came to the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe aside from him, and covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
If a son shall ask for bread from any of you that is a father, will he give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he instead of a fish give him a serpent?