And I wept in my being with fasting, And it became my reproach.
When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, That was to my reproach.
When I wept and humbled myself with fasting, I was jeered at and humiliated;
I wept while I fasted— even for that I was insulted.
My ardour has consumed me, For my adversaries have forgotten Your words.
But I, when they were sick, I put on sackcloth; I humbled my being with fastings; And my prayer would return to my own bosom.