And while He was in Bĕ
While the sovereign is at his table, My nard shall give its fragrance.
I rose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.
And having left them He went out of the city to Bĕ
“In the same way, he with the two also, he gained two more.
And they said, “Not at the festival, lest there shall be an uproar of the people.”
But there were some who were much displeased among themselves, and said, “Why was this perfume wasted?
(Now it was Miryam who anointed the Master with perfume and wiped His feet with her hair, whose brother Elʽ
