He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower in ashes;
Bread gained by deceit is sweet to a man, but afterward his mouth will be full of gravel.
O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.
O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent;
Or which one of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone?
The word reached the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, removed his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.
For I eat ashes like bread and mingle tears with my drink,
The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions are broken.
And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.
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