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