They will roll about in ashes;
They will shave themselves completely
bald because of you.
Gird themselves with sackcloth,
And weep for you
With bitterness for you
They will take up a lamentation,
And lament for you:
'What city is like Tyre,
Destroyed in the midst of the sea?'
No joking - this was taken during a department staff meeting (some blogger dude on the left, our old boss, and me on the right). Can’t say my job is all bad.