I looked for the one my heart loves;
I looked for him but did not find him.
I will get up now and go about the city,
through its streets and squares;
I will search for the one my heart loves.
So I looked for him but did not find him.
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
The watchmen found me
as they made their rounds in the city.
“Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.”
Where has your beloved gone,
most beautiful of women?
Which way did your beloved turn,
that we may look for him with you?
At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens
and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine;
he browses among the lilies.
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
Who is this that appears like the dawn,
fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
majestic as the stars in procession?
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).
Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!”
Excerpts: Song of Songs 3:1-3 , 6:1-3, 10 / John 20:11-18
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