Lord, behold he whom thou lovest is sick.

This sickness is not unto death,
but for the glory of God
that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
Let us go into Judæa again.

Master, the Jews of late sought to stone Thee,
and goest Thou thither again?

Are there not twelve hours in the day?
If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not
because he seeth the light of this world.
But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth
because there is no light in him.
Our friend Lazarus sleepeth,
but I go that I may awake him out of sleep.

Lord, if he sleep he shall do well.

Lazarus is dead, and I am glad for your sakes that I was not there,
to the intent that ye may believe;
Nevertheless, let us go unto him.

Let us also go
that we may die with him!