He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower in ashes;
And he took a potsherd with which to scrape himself, and sat among the ashes.
The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.
For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink,
Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek, thou dost 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 to a man, but afterward his mouth will be full of gravel.
O daughter of my people, gird on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
Then tidings reached the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, removed his robe, and covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
Or what man of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone?
What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent;