Some women who had got up early out of curiosity to see the procession stood crowded together at the street corner.

But when they saw it their mood changed, and they broke out into loud lamentation, over the unheard-of horror.

Jesus raised His trembling hand towards them, as if He wished to warn them: "While your husbands murder Me, you are melted to tears.

Do not lament for Me, lament for yourselves and for your children, who will have to suffer for the sins of their fathers!" One of the women, heedless of the raging mob, tore the white kerchief from her head, and bent down to Him who was carrying the cross in order to wipe the blood and perspiration from His face.

When she got back to her house and was about to wash the cloth, she saw on it--the face of the Prophet.