My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
My bitter weeping, and my going without food, were turned to my shame.
When I put on the clothing of grief, they said evil of me.
And after going without food for forty days and forty nights, he was in need of it.
In hard work and weariness, in frequent watchings, going without food and drink, cold and in need of clothing.
For this cause let the hands which are hanging down be lifted up, and let the feeble knees be made strong,