1 Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany, of the village of Mary and her sister Martha.2 And it was that Mary who anointed the Lord with ointment, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.3 The sisters therefore sent to him, saying, Lord, look, he whom you love is sick.4 But when Jesus heard it, he said, This sickness is not to death, but for 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 When therefore he heard that he was sick, he stayed at that time two days in the place where he was.7 Then after this he says to the disciples, Let us go into Judea again.8 The disciples say to him, Rabbi, the Jews were but now seeking to stone you; and do you go there again?9 Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If a man walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world.10 But if a man walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.11 These things he spoke: and after this he says to them, Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep.12 The disciples therefore said to him, Lord, if he has fallen asleep, he will recover.13 Now Jesus had spoken of his death: but they thought that he spoke of taking rest in sleep.14 Then Jesus therefore said to them plainly, Lazarus is dead.