And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.
But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’
Now when they heard this they were cut to the heart, and said to Peter and the rest of the apostles, “Brothers, what shall we do?”
For after I had turned away, I relented, and after I was instructed, I struck my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was confounded, because I bore the disgrace of my youth.’
And all were weeping and mourning for her, but he said, “Do not weep, for she is not dead but sleeping.”