So the prophet departed, and waited for the king by the way, and disguised himself with ashes upon his face.

And Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her garment of many colors that was on her, and laid her hand on her head, and went on crying.

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

O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth, and roll yourself about in ashes: make yourself mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.