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I have a witness of what has happened; I have never seen this, no one of those with me has seen it; never has a dead man been seen raised from a bier. And taking the son himself, she spoke, saying: Tell me, she says, and do not be afraid, if you yourself are my son; tell me, do you know me? do you recognize who I am? do you know if I am the one who bore you? I recognize the features, but I do not believe the event; the eye cries out, the pupil confirms, the eyelids proclaim, the hearing agrees, the imprinted partition of the sense of smell testifies, the lips give full assurance, the very age itself urges. Move your tongue, O dearest one, tell me the proofs of your life. My joy has stirred up a storm for me; I see you, and I am distressed; I carried you in my arms, I nursed you at my breasts when you were small. Tell me, my child, are you my son? and do not be afraid of me.

But when she received full assurance in all these things, she who had mourned returned rejoicing, and she who had lamented glorifying God, holding the child with her right hand, and going through the city to all, crying with a loud voice: Magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together; for he has raised my dead, for he has staked up the old vine, and he has made her who was not a mother a mother again, and he has cut off the springs of tears; and glorify his name forever; for to him belongs glory for ever and ever. Amen.

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γενομένου κέκτημαι μάρτυρα· οὐκ εἶδον τοῦτό ποτε, οὐκ ἄλλος τῶν σὺν ἐμοὶ τεθέαται· οὐδέποτε ἐπὶ κλίνης ὤφθη νεκρὸς ἐγηγερμένος. Αὐτὸν δὲ τὸν υἱὸν λαβοῦσα, διελέγετο λέγουσα· Λέγε μοι, φησὶ, καὶ μὴ δειλιάσῃς, εἰ σὺ αὐτὸς ὑπάρχεις ὁ υἱός μου· εἰπὲ, γινώσκεις με; γνωρίζεις με τίς εἰμι; οἶδας εἰ ἐγώ εἰμι ἡ τεκοῦσά σε; Ἐπιγινώσκω τοὺς χαρακτῆρας, ἀλλ' οὐ πιστεύω τῷ πράγματι· βοᾷ ὁ ὀφθαλμὸς, ὑπογράφει ἡ κόρη, κηρύττει τὰ βλέφαρα, ἡ ἀκοὴ συμφωνεῖ, μαρτυρεῖ τὸ τῆς ὀσφρήσεως διατετυπωμένον μεσότοιχον, τὰ χείλη πληροφορεῖ, αὐτὴ ἡ ἡλικία προτρέπεται. Κίνησον γλῶσσαν, ὦ φίλτατε, εἰπέ μοι τὰ τοῦ βίου τεκμήρια. Ἡ χαρά μοι χειμῶνά μοι ἐκίνησε· βλέπω σε, καὶ συνέχομαι· ἐγώ σε ἐπ' ἀγκάλαις ἐβάστασα, ἐγὼ μαζοῖς ἐμοῖς ἐθήλασα βραχὺν ὄντα. Λέγε μοι, τέκνον μου, σὺ ὑπάρχεις ὁ υἱός μου; καὶ μὴ δειλιάσῃς με.

Ἀλλ' ὡς ἐπὶ πᾶσι τούτοις τὴν πληροφορίαν ἐδέξατο, καὶ ἡ πενθήσασα ὑπέστρεψε χαίρουσα, καὶ ἡ θρηνοῦσα δοξάζουσα τὸν Θεὸν, τῇ δεξιᾷ χειρὶ τὸν παῖδα κατέχουσα, καὶ διὰ τῆς πόλεως πρὸς πάντας πορευομένη βοῶσα μεγάλῃ τῇ φωνῇ· Μεγαλύνατε τὸν Κύριον σὺν ἐμοὶ, καὶ ὑψώσωμεν τὸ ὄνομα αὐτοῦ ἐπὶ τὸ αὐτό· ὅτι τὸν ἐμὸν νεκρωθέντα ἀνέστησεν, ὅτι τὴν παλαιὰν ἄμπελον ἐχαράκωσε, καὶ τὴν μὴ μητέρα πάλιν μητέρα ἐποίησε, καὶ πηγὰς δακρύων ἐξέκοψε· καὶ δοξάσατε τὸ ὄνομα αὐτοῦ εἰς τοὺς αἰῶνας· ὅτι αὐτῷ πρέπει δόξα εἰς τοὺς αἰῶνας τῶν αἰώνων. Ἀμήν.