And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they tore every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

Whose harvest the hungry eats up, and takes it even out of the thorns, and the robber swallows up their wealth.

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my iniquity.

Though he heap up silver as the dust, and pile up clothing as the clay;