He has ground my teeth with gravel and trampled me in the dust.
Food gained by fraud is sweet to a man, but later his mouth is full of gravel.
O daughter of my people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn with bitter wailing, as you would for an
Arise, O LORD! Save me, O my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.
O God, shatter their teeth in their mouths; O LORD, tear out the fangs of the lions.
Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?
When word reached the king of Nineveh, he got up from his throne, took off his royal robe, covered himself with sackclot
The lion may roar, and the fierce lion may growl, yet the teeth of the young lions are broken.
For I have eaten ashes like bread and mixed my drink with tears
And Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself as he sat among the ashes.
What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?