And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days.
He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
Arise, O LORD, in thine anger, lift up thyself because of the rage of mine enemies: and awake for me to the judgment that thou hast commanded.
Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom.