1 A certayne man was sicke named Lazarus of Bethania the toune of Mary and her sister Martha.2 It was that Mary which annoynted Iesus with oyntment and wyped his fete with her heere whose brother Lazarus was sicke3 and his sisters sent vnto him sayinge. Lorde behold he whom thou lovest is sicke.4 When Iesus hearde yt he sayd: this infirmite is not vnto deth but for ye laude of God that the sonne of God myght be praysed by the reason of it.5 Iesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.6 After he hearde that he was sicke then aboode he two dayes still in the same place where he was.7 Then after that sayd he to his disciples: let us goo into Iewry agayne.8 His disciples sayde vnto him. Master the Iewes lately sought meanes to stone the and wilt thou goo thyther agayne?9 Iesus answered: are ther not twelve houres in ye daye? Yf a man walke in ye daye he stombleth not because he seith the lyght of this worlde.10 But yf a ma walke in ye nyght he stombleth because ther is no lyght in him.11 This sayde he and after yt he sayde vnto the: oure frende Lazarus slepeth but I goo to wake him out of slepe.12 Then sayde his disciples: Lorde yf he slepe he shall do well ynough.13 How be it Iesus spake of his deeth: but they thought yt he had spoke of ye naturall slepe.14 Then sayde Iesus vnto the playnly Lazarus is deed