And, wine falling short, the mother of Jesus saith unto him—Wine, have they none!
And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face,—And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.
For nothing, be anxious, but, in everything, by your prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let, your petitions, be made known unto God;
The sisters, therefore, sent out unto him, saying—Lord, see! he whom thou tenderly lovest, is sick.
For, this, is my blood of the covenant, which, for many, is to be poured out, for remission of sins.
There is an outcry concerning wine in the streets,—Darkened is all joy, Departed the gladness of the earth.
Merrily people make bread, and, wine, gladdeneth life,—but, money, answereth all things.
and Jesus also was invited, with his disciples, unto the marriage.
And Jesus saith unto her—What part can I take with thee, O woman? Not yet, hath come, mine hour.