As soon as she heard this, she rose quickly and went to him.
“Come,” says my heart, “seek his face”; your face, Lord, do I seek!
One has joy from an apt response; a word in season, how good it is!
Iron is sharpened by iron; one person sharpens another.
When she had said this, she went and called her sister Mary secretly, saying, “The teacher is here and is asking for you.”
For Jesus had not yet come into the village, but was still where Martha had met him.