My knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh fails of fatness.
Therefore lift up the drooping hands, and the feeble knees,
And having fasted forty days and forty nights, afterward he was hungry.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
in toil and hardship, in frequent sleeplessness, in hunger and thirst, in frequent fasts, in cold and nakedness.
When I wept in my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.