¹⁵ Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

³⁴ And Jacob rendeth his raiment, and putteth sackcloth on his loins, and becometh a mourner for his son many days,

⁵ An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.

²⁷ And it cometh to pass, at Ahab's hearing these words, that he rendeth his garments, and putteth sackcloth on his flesh, and fasteth, and lieth in sackcloth, and goeth gently.

⁵ Raise not up on high your horn, (Ye speak with a stiff neck.)

¹² And call doth the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, In that day, to weeping and to lamentation, And to baldness and to girding on of sackcloth,

¹⁰ Jehovah -- broken down are His adversaries, Against them in the heavens He thundereth: Jehovah judgeth the ends of earth, And giveth strength to His king, And exalteth the horn of His anointed.'

¹⁹ Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

¹⁰ And all horns of the wicked I cut off, Exalted are the horns of the righteous!