Then Mary took a twelve-ounce jar of expensive perfume made from essence of nard, and she anointed Jesus’ feet with it, wiping his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance.
He made a solemn promise to the Lord. He vowed to the Mighty One of Israel,
Stopping her complaints is like trying to stop the wind or trying to hold something with greased hands.
The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
How pleasing is your fragrance; your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils. No wonder all the young women love you!
Your love delights me, my treasure, my bride. Your love is better than wine, your perfume more fragrant than spices.
There is only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it, and it will not be taken away from her.”
You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint my head, but she has anointed my feet with rare perfume.
This is the Mary who later poured the expensive perfume on the Lord’s feet and wiped them with her hair. Her brother, Lazarus, was sick.
Then she returned to Mary. She called Mary aside from the mourners and told her, “The Teacher is here and wants to see you.”
When Mary arrived and saw Jesus, she fell at his feet and said, “Lord, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died.”
With him came Nicodemus, the man who had come to Jesus at night. He brought about seventy-five pounds of perfumed ointment made from myrrh and aloes.