But when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth; I humbled my soul with fastings; and my prayer returned into my own bosom.

Why do You withdraw Your hand, even Your right hand? Draw it out of Your bosom.

and give to our neighbors their curse sevenfold into their bosom, the curse with which they have cursed You, O Lord.

Remember, Lord, the scorn of Your servants; how I bear in my bosom the insult of all the mighty people,

with which the reaper does not fill his hand, nor the binder of sheaves his bosom.