And Job took a piece of pottery to scrape himself while he was sitting in the ashes.

约伯就坐在炉灰中，拿瓦片刮身体。

约伯就坐在灰烬中，拿瓦片刮身体。

约伯就坐在灰烬中，拿瓦片刮身体。

约伯坐在炉灰中，拿瓦片刮身体。

约伯坐在灰烬中，拿瓦片刮自己。

約伯就坐在爐灰中，拿瓦片刮身體。

約伯就坐在灰燼中，拿瓦片刮身體。

約伯就坐在灰燼中，拿瓦片刮身體。

約伯坐在爐灰中，拿瓦片刮身體。

約伯坐在灰燼中，拿瓦片刮自己。

約伯拿瓦片去刮身體；坐在爐灰中。

乃坐於灰、以片瓦搔身、

約百坐於灰、以片瓦搔身。

約百坐於灰中、以瓦片搔身、

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes.

He got part of a broken pot. He used it to scrape his skin. He did it while he was sitting in ashes.

And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.

Job scraped his skin with a piece of broken pottery as he sat among the ashes.

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.

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

And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself therewith; and he sat among the ashes.

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.

And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

Job took a shard of broken pottery to scrape himself with while he was sitting among the ashes.

He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.

Therefore I retract, And I repent, sitting on dust and ashes.”

And they will make their voice heard over you And cry out bitterly. They will throw dust on their heads, They will wallow in ashes.

When the word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, removed his robe from himself, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat on the dust.

“ Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles that occurred in you had occurred in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.

And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores,and longing to be fed from the scraps which fell from the rich man’s table; not only that, the dogs also were coming and licking his sores.

My relatives have failed, And my close friends have forgotten me.Those who live in my house and my servant women consider me a stranger. I am a foreigner in their sight.I call to my servant, but he does not answer; I have to implore his favor with my mouth.My breath is offensive to my wife, And I am loathsome to my own brothers.

To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The cloak of praise instead of a disheartened spirit. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

For my sides are filled with burning, And there is no healthy part in my flesh.

My wounds grow foul and fester Because of my foolishness.

Daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A most bitter mourning. For suddenly the destroyer Will come against us.

Tamar took ashes and put them on her head, and tore her long sleeved garment which was on her; and she put her hand on her head and went on her way, crying out as she went.