And when all the crowds who had gathered there for this spectacle saw what had taken place, they returned home, beating their breasts.
For after I had turned away I repented; and after I was discovered, I struck my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was dismayed because I bore the disgrace of my youth.”
But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even look up to heaven, but was beating his breast and saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’
They were all weeping and wailing for her; but he said, “Do not weep; for she is not dead but sleeping.”
Now when they heard this, they were cut to the heart and said to Peter and to the other apostles, “Brothers, what should we do?”