And the prophet went and stood before the king of Israel by the road, and bound his eyes with a bandage.

And Tamar took ashes, and put them on her head. And she tore the robe that was on her, and she laid her hands on her head, and went crying continually.

And he took a potsherd to scrape away the discharge, and sat upon a dung heap outside the city.

O daughter of My people, gird yourself with sackcloth; sprinkle [yourself] with ashes; make for yourself pitiable lamentation, [as] the mourning for a beloved [son]; for misery will come suddenly upon you.