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

Then Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her robe of many colors that [was] on her, and laid her hand on her head and went away crying bitterly.

And he took for himself a potsherd with which to scrape himself while he sat in the midst of the ashes.

O daughter of my people, Dress in sackcloth And roll about in ashes! Make mourning [as for] an only son, most bitter lamentation; For the plunderer will suddenly come upon us.