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.