He has broken my teeth with gravel; he has trampled me in the dust.
Then Job took a piece of broken pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.
The lions may roar and growl, yet the teeth of the great lions are broken.
For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears
Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!
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.
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.
“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone?
“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?