And all the multitudes that came together to this sight, when they beheld the things that were done, returned smiting their breasts.
But the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote his breast, saying, God, be merciful to me a sinner.
Now when they heard this, they were pricked in their heart, and said unto Peter and the rest of the apostles, Brethren, what shall we do?
Surely after that I was turned, I repented; and after that I was instructed, I smote upon my thigh: I was ashamed, yea, even confounded, because I did bear the reproach of my youth.
And all were weeping, and bewailing her: but he said, Weep not; for she is not dead, but sleepeth.