Official Translation
Reading 1 - 2 Samuel 18.9-10, 14b, 24-25a, 30; 19.3
Absalom happened to meet the servants of David.
Absalom was riding on his mule,
and the mule went under the thick boughs of a great oak,
and his hair got caught in the tree,
and he was taken up between the sky and the ground;
and the mule that was under him went on.
Someone saw it, and told Joab, and said,
“Behold, I saw Absalom hanging in an oak.”
He took three arrows in his hand,
and thrust them through the heart of Absalom,
while he was yet alive in the midst of the oak.
Now David was sitting between the two gates:
and the watchman went up to the roof of the gate in the wall,
and lifted up his eyes, and looked, and saw a man running alone.
The watchman cried out, and told the king.
The king said, “If he is alone, there is good news in his mouth.”
The king said, “Turn aside, and stand here.”
He turned aside, and stood still.
Behold, the Cushite came and said,
“News for my lord the king;
for the Lord has avenged you this day
of all those who rose up against you.”
The king said to the Cushite,
“Is it well with the young man Absalom?”
The Cushite answered, “May the enemies of my lord the king,
and all who rise up against you to do you harm,
be as that young man is.”
The king was much moved,
and went up to the room above the gate, and wept.
As he wept, he said,
“My son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom!
I wish I had died instead of you,
Absalom, my son, my son!”
It was told Joab,
“Behold, the king weeps and mourns for Absalom.”
The victory that day was turned into mourning
for all the people; for the people heard it that day,
“The king grieves for his son.”
Responsorial – Psalm 86.1-2, 3-4, 5-6 Resp. 1a
R. Hear, Lord, and answer me.
Hear, Lord, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
Preserve my soul, for I am godly.
Save your servant who trusts in you.
You are my God.
R. Hear, Lord, and answer me.
Be merciful to me, Lord,
for I call to you all day long.
Bring joy to the soul of your servant,
for to you, Lord, I lift up my soul.
R. Hear, Lord, and answer me.
For you, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive;
abundant in loving kindness to all those who call on you.
Hear, O Lord, my prayer.
Listen to the voice of my petition.
R. Hear, Lord, and answer me.
Gospel – Mark 5.21-43
When Jesus had crossed back over in the boat to the other side,
a great multitude was gathered to him; and he was by the sea.
Behold, one of the rulers of the synagogue, Jairus by name, came.
Seeing him, he fell at his feet, and begged him much, saying,
“My little daughter is at the point of death.
Please come and lay your hands on her,
that she may be made healthy, and live.”
He went with him, and a great multitude followed him.
A certain woman, who had an issue of blood for twelve years,
and had suffered many things by many physicians,
and had spent all that she had, and was no better,
but rather grew worse,
having heard the things concerning Jesus,
came up behind him in the crowd, and touched his clothes.
For she said, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be made well.”
Immediately the flow of her blood was dried up,
and she felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction.
Immediately, Jesus, perceiving in himself
that the power had gone out from him,
turned around in the crowd, and asked,
“Who touched my clothes?”
His disciples said to him,
“You see the multitude pressing against you,
and you say, ‘Who touched me?’”
He looked around to see her who had done this thing.
But the woman, fearing and trembling,
knowing what had been done to her,
came and fell down before him,
and told him all the truth.
He said to her,
“Daughter, your faith has made you well.
Go in peace, and be cured of your disease.”
While he was still speaking,
people came from the synagogue ruler’s house saying,
“Your daughter is dead. Why bother the Teacher anymore?”
But Jesus, when he heard the message spoken,
immediately said to the ruler of the synagogue,
“Do not be afraid, only believe.”
He allowed no one to follow him,
except Peter, James, and John the brother of James.
He came to the synagogue ruler’s house,
and he saw an uproar, weeping, and great wailing.
When he had entered in, he said to them,
“Why do you make an uproar and weep?
The child is not dead, but is asleep.”
They ridiculed him.
But he, having put them all out,
took the father of the child,
her mother, and those who were with him,
and went in where the child was lying.
Taking the child by the hand, he said to her,
“Talitha koum!”
which translated means “Girl, I tell you, get up!”
Immediately the girl rose up and walked;
she was twelve years old.
They were amazed with great amazement.
He strictly ordered them that no one should know this,
and commanded that something should be given to her to eat.
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