Jesus, Maria Magdalena cure aromatibus.
MAGDALENE¶Alas! In this world was no wight
Walking with so mickle woe.
Thou dreadful death, draw hither and dight
And mar me, as thou hast done mo.
In loam is it locked, all my light;
Wherefore on ground unglad I go;
For Jesus, he of Nazareth hight,
The false Jews from me have slain so.
My wit is wasted now indeed;
I reel as I walk; now woe is me.
For laid is the lovesome one in grave;
The Jews nailed him unto a tree.
My doleful heart is ever in dread;
To ground now gone is all my glee;
I stumble where one time I sped;
Now help me, God in Persons three.
Beloved Lord in every land,
As thou didst shape both day and night,
Sun and moon shining bright and clear,
Grant grace that I may have a sight
Of my Lord or his messenger here.
JESUS¶Thou woman wandering in this way,
Why weepest thou and takest no heed,
As thou on field would fall down fey?
Whom seekest thou this livelong day?
Say me the sooth, as Christ thee speed.
MARY¶My Lord Jesus, true God, I say,
Whose side for sins did sorely bleed.
JESUS¶I shall thee tell, if thou wilt hear,