And he went outside and wept bitterly.<n id="1" />p>

Now they were all<n id="1" /> wailing and mourning<n id="2" /> for her, but he said, &#8220;Stop your weeping; she is not dead but asleep.&#8221;

But Jesus turned to them and said, &#8220;Daughters of Jerusalem,<n id="1" /> do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves<n id="2" /> and for your children.

<p class="poetry">&#8220;Blessed are you who hunger<n id="1" /> now, for you will be satisfied.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.<n id="3" />p>

<t /><p class="bodytext">Now<n id="1" /> when Jesus<n id="2" /> approached<n id="3" /> and saw the city, he wept over it,

<p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe to you who are well satisfied with food<n id="1" /> now, for you will be hungry.p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Woe to you<n id="2" /> who laugh<n id="3" /> now, for you will mourn and weep.p>

When<n id="1" /> the Lord saw her, he had compassion<n id="2" /> for her and said to her, &#8220;Do not weep.&#8221;<n id="3" />

They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to one another,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;We played the flute for you, yet you did not dance;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">we wailed in mourning,<n id="3" /> yet you did not weep.&#8217;p>

As<n id="1" /> she stood<n id="2" /> behind him at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. She<n id="3" /> wiped them with her hair,<n id="4" /> kissed<n id="5" /> them,<n id="6" /> and anointed<n id="7" /> them with the perfumed oil.