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?
Know what’s the best about an Obama bumper sticker? You’ve no idea whether that angry white woman glaring at you is a Dem or a Republican.