Then the prophet quickly removed the headband from his eyes, and the king of Israel recognized him as one of the prophets.
Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the ornate robe she was wearing. She put her hands on her head and went away, weeping aloud as she went.
Then the prophet went and stood by the road waiting for the king. He disguised himself with his headband down over his eyes.
While your servant was busy here and there, the man disappeared.” “That is your sentence,” the king of Israel said. “You have pronounced it yourself.”
He said to the king, “This is what the Lord says: ‘You have set free a man I had determined should die. Therefore it is your life for his life, your people for his people.’ ”
Then Job took a piece of broken pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.
Put on sackcloth, my people, and roll in ashes; mourn with bitter wailing as for an only son, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.