my relatives and friends are gone.

When I call a servant, he doesn't answer--- even when I beg him to help me.

Because I have been foolish, my sores stink and rot.

I am burning with fever and I am near death.

There was also a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who used to be brought to the rich man's door,

hoping to eat the bits of food that fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogs would come and lick his sores.

So I am ashamed of all I have said and repent in dust and ashes.

She sprinkled ashes on her head, tore her robe, and with her face buried in her hands went away crying.

To give to those who mourn in Zion Joy and gladness instead of grief, A song of praise instead of sorrow. They will be like trees That the LORD himself has planted. They will all do what is right, And God will be praised for what he has done.

They all mourn bitterly for you, Throwing dust on their heads and rolling in ashes.

When the king of Nineveh heard about it, he got up from his throne, took off his robe, put on sackcloth, and sat down in ashes.

"How terrible it will be for you, Chorazin! How terrible for you too, Bethsaida! If the miracles which were performed in you had been performed in Tyre and Sidon, the people there would have long ago put on sackcloth and sprinkled ashes on themselves, to show that they had turned from their sins!