And the prophet departed and waited for the king by the road, and disguised himself with a cover over his eyes.

And Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her tunic of many colors that was on her, and laid her hand on her head and went away, crying out as she went.

And he took a potsherd with which to scrape himself; and he sat down in the middle of the ashes.

O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and wallow in ashes; make mourning for yourself, as for an only son, most bitter wailing; for the destruction shall suddenly come upon us.