Mary therefore took a pound of ointment of pure nard, very precious, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.
Mary therefore, when she came where Jesus was, and saw him, fell down at his feet, saying unto him, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
How fair is thy love, my sister, {\i my} bride!\par\tab How much better is thy love than wine!\par\tab And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!