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 rent her garment of divers colours that was on her, and laid her hand on her head, and went on crying.

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

O daughter of my people, gird thee with sackcloth, and wallow thyself in ashes: make thee mourning, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.