The roaring of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions are broken.

Arise, O Jehovah; deliver me, O my God; for You have struck all my enemies on the cheekbone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

O God, break their teeth in their mouth; break out the fangs of the young lions, O Jehovah.

Bread of deceit is sweet to a man, but afterwards his mouth shall be filled with gravel.

Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?

If a son asks for bread from any father among you, he will not give him a stone, will he? Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a serpent instead of a fish, will he?

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping,

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.

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.