My knees are weak through fasting, And my flesh is feeble from lack of fatness.
Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees,
And when He had fasted forty days and forty nights, afterward He was hungry.
I am poured out like water, And all My bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It has melted within Me.
in weariness and toil, in sleeplessness often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness—
When I wept and chastened my soul with fasting, That became my reproach.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
I also made sackcloth my garment; I became a byword to them.