And besought him greatly, saying, My little daughter lieth at the point of death: {I pray thee}, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.

But I {am} poor and needy; {yet} the Lord thinketh upon me: thou {art} my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

While he yet spake, there came from the ruler of the synagogue's {house certain} which said, Thy daughter is dead: why troublest thou the Master any further?

Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise {and} praise thee? Selah.

Then when Mary was come where Jesus was, and saw him, she fell down at his feet, saying unto him, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.