My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh lacks fatness.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my body.
When I wept, and chastened my soul with fasting, that was to my reproach.
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.
And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward hungry.
In weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness.
Therefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees;