[MUSIC PLAYING] [SOUNDS OF MARKETPLACE] Rabbi, I beseech thee.
My little daughter lies at the point of death. I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; she shall live.
Take me to your home.
[PEOPLE'S VOICES] [WOMAN CRYING] Why make ye this ado and weep?
She is not dead but sleepeth. [LAUGHTER] Leave this house.
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE] Arise.
Tell no man what was done in this house this day.
Let her be given something to eat.