To the Chief Musician, Concerning the Lilies. For the sons of Korah. A Poem; a Song of the Beloved. My heart is boiling over with a good matter. I am speaking of my works to the King; my tongue is the pen of a rapid writer.
Again, he sent other slaves, saying, Tell the ones invited, Behold, I have prepared my supper; my oxen, and the fatlings are killed, and all things ready; come to the wedding feast.
Then the King will say to those at His right, Come, the ones blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
And He being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, He reclining, a woman came, having an alabaster vial of pure, costly ointment of nard. And breaking the alabaster vial, she poured it down on His head.
Then taking a pound of ointment of genuine, very costly spikenard, Mary anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped off His feet with her hair . And the house was filled with the fragrance of the ointment.
But I have all things and more than enough; I have been made full, receiving from Epaphroditus the things from you, a fragrance of sweet smell, an acceptable sacrifice, well-pleasing to God.
Behold, I stand at the door and am knocking. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will enter to him, and I will dine with him, and he with Me.