He has broken my teeth with gravel; he has trampled me in the dust.
Food gained by fraud tastes sweet, but one ends up with a mouth full of gravel.
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.
Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!
Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?
“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone?
When Jonah’s warning reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, took off his royal robes, covered himself with sackcloth and sat down in the dust.
For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears
The lions may roar and growl, yet the teeth of the great lions are broken.
Then Job took a piece of broken pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.