And Jacob tore his clothes, put sackcloth on his loins, and mourned for his son many days.

And it happened when the king heard the words of the woman, that he tore his clothes; and as he passed by on the wall, the people looked, and behold, he had sackcloth inside on his flesh.

Then Eliakim the son of Hilkiah, who was over the household, Shebna the scribe, and Joah the son of Asaph, the recorder, came to Hezekiah with their clothes torn, and reported to him the words of Rabshakeh.

And the word reached even to the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he took off his robe and covered himself with sackcloth and sat on the ashes.

And the elders of his house arose and went to him, to raise him up from the ground. But he would not, nor did he eat food with them.

I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and have thrust my horn into the dust.

And in that day Jehovah of Hosts called for weeping and mourning, and for baldness, and for girding with sackcloth.

Is it such a fast that I have chosen? A day for a man to afflict his soul? Is it to bow down his head like a bulrush, and to spread sackcloth and ashes under him? Will you call this a fast and a day pleasing to Jehovah?

Is it not to break your bread to the hungry, and that you should bring home the wandering poor? When you see the naked to cover him; and not hide yourself from your own flesh?

Gird yourselves and lament, you priests. Howl, you ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who serve my God. For the food offering and the drink offering are held back from the house of your God.

What shall I say? He has spoken to me, and He Himself has acted; I shall go slowly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.