¹⁵ I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.

³⁴ Jacob tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his loins, and mourned for his son many days.

⁵ Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; Yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, And lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

²⁷ It happened, when Ahab heard those words, that he tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his flesh, and fasted, and lay in sackcloth, and went softly.

⁵ Don't lift up your horn on high. Don't speak with a stiff neck."

¹² In that day did the Lord, Yahweh of Hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

¹⁰ Those who strive with Yahweh shall be broken to pieces; Against them will he thunder in the sky: Yahweh will judge the ends of the earth; He will give strength to his king, Exalt the horn of his anointed.

¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

¹⁰ I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, But the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.