My knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh has grown gaunt with no fatness.
Therefore lift up your tired hands, and strengthen your weak knees.
And He had fasted for forty days and forty nights, and then 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 weariness and painfulness, in sleeplessness often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, and in cold and nakedness.
When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, it became my reproach.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a proverb to them.