He has made my teeth grind on gravel; he has made me cower in ashes;
Job took a potsherd with which to scrape himself and sat among the ashes.
The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions are broken.
Indeed, I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
Rise up, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
Bread gained by deceit is sweet, but afterward the mouth will be full of gravel.
O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only child, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, removed his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
Is there anyone among you who, if your child asked for bread, would give a stone?
Is there anyone among you who, if your child asked for a fish, would give a snake instead of a fish?