My relatives have left, and my close friends have forgotten me.

I have called my servant, but he does not answer; I implored him with my mouth.

My wounds have stunk and festered, because of my foolishness.

For my loins are filled with inflammation, and there is no soundness in my flesh.

And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate,

desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

Therefore I despise myself, and have repented in dust and ashes.

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.

to appoint to those who mourn in Zion, to give to them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the mantle of praise for the spirit of heaviness; so that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of Jehovah, that He might be glorified.

They will make their voice heard because of you; they will cry bitterly and cast dust on their heads; they will wallow in ashes;

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.

Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works which were done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.