Now there was a certain man sick, named Lazarus, of Bethania, of the town of Mary and of Martha her sister. 2(And Mary was she that anointed the Lord with ointment and wiped his feet with her hair: whose brother Lazarus was sick.) 3His sisters therefore sent to him, saying: Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick. 4And Jesus hearing it, said to them: This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God: that the Son of God may be glorified by it. 5Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister Mary and Lazarus. 6When he had heard therefore that he was sick, he still remained in the same place two days. 7Then after that, he said to his disciples: Let us go into Judea again. 8The disciples say to him: Rabbi, the Jews but now sought to stone thee. And goest thou thither again? 9Jesus answered: Are there not twelve hours of the day? If a man walk in the day he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world: 10But if he walk in the night, he stumbleth, because the light is not in him. 11These things he said; and after that he said to them: Lazarus our friend sleepeth: but I go that I may awake him out of sleep. 12His disciples therefore said: Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well. 13But Jesus spoke of his death: and they thought that he spoke of the repose of sleep. 14Then therefore Jesus said to them plainly: Lazarus is dead. 15And I am glad, for your sakes; that I was not there, that you may believe. But, let us go to him. 16Thomas therefore, who is called Didymus, said to his fellow disciples: Let us also go, that we may die with him.