Verily, verily, I say unto you,
That ye shall weep and lament, but the world shall rejoice:
and ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy.
A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come:
but as soon as she is delivered of the child,
she remembereth no more the anguish,
for joy that a man is born into the world.
And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again,
and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.

He came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die.
"I have had enough, LORD," he said.
"Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors."
Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep.
All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat."

Jesus saith unto her,
Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou?
She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him,
Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him,
and I will take him away.
Jesus saith unto her, Mary.
She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.