And all the crowds that had come together to this sight, after seeing all that had occurred, returned to the city beating their breasts.
»But the tax-gatherer, standing far back, would not so much as lift his eyes to Heaven, but kept beating his breast and saying,« `O God, be reconciled to me, sinner that I am.'
The people were all weeping aloud and beating their breasts for her; but He said, »Leave off wailing; for she is not dead, but asleep.«
Stung to the heart by these words, they said to Peter and the rest of the Apostles, »Brethren, what are we to do?«