No one can make himself beloved of his own accord, it must be given him." They determined, thanks to all this talk--a mingling of truth and error--to invite the prophet to the house.
When Jesus entered it, He saw the mourning assembly, and the Rabbi, who pulled at his gown until he tore it.

He saw the child lying on the table ready for burial, and asked: "Why have you summoned Me?
Where is the dead girl ?" The Rabbi undid the shroud so that the girl lay exposed to view.

Jesus looked at her, took hold of her hand, felt it, and laid it gently down again.

"The child is not dead," He said, "she only sleepeth." Some began to laugh.

They knew the difference between death and life! He stepped up to them, and said: "Why did you summon Me if you do not believe in Me?
If you have assembled here to watch the dead, there's nothing for you to do." They crept away in annoyance.