And all the multitudes who assembled to see the sight, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.
For after I had turned away I repented; and after I was instructed, I smote upon my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was confounded, because I bore the disgrace of my youth.’
But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, ‘God, be merciful to me a sinner!’
And all were weeping and bewailing 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 the rest of the apostles, “Brethren, what shall we do?”