1 Now, one Lazarus, of Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha, was sick.

2 (It was that Mary who anointed the Lord with balsam, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.)

3 The sisters, therefore, sent to tell Jesus, Master, lo! he whom you love, is sick.

4 Jesus hearing it, said, This sickness will not prove fatal; but conduce to the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified by it.

5 Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.

6 Having, then, heard that he was sick, Jesus staid two days in the place where he was.

7 Afterward, he said to the disciples, Let us return to Judea.

8 The disciples answered, Rabbi, but very lately the Jews would have stoned you, and you would return thither?

9 Jesus replied, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If any man walk in the day, he stumbles not: because he sees the light of the world:

10 but if he walk in the night, he stumbles; because there is no light.

11 Having spoken this, he added, Our friend Lazarus sleeps; but I go to wake him.

12 Then said his disciples, Master, if he sleep, he will recover.

13 Jesus spoke of his death; but they thought that he spoke of the repose of sleep.

14 Then Jesus told them plainly, Lazarus is dead.