John 11:1-13 ▼

1 A certayne man was sicke, named Lazarus of Bethanie, the towne of Marie and her sister Martha.

2 (It was that Marie which anoynted ye Lorde with oyntment, and wyped his feete with her heere, whose brother Lazarus was sicke.)

3 Therfore, his sisters sent vnto hym, saying: Lorde, beholde, he whom thou louest is sicke.

4 When Iesus hearde that, he sayde, this infirmitie is not vnto death: but for the glory of God, that the sonne of God, myght be glorified therby.

5 Iesus loued Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.

6 When he had hearde therfore that he was sicke, he abode two dayes styll in the same place where he was.

7 Then after that, sayde he to his disciples: Let vs go into Iurie agayne.

8 His disciples sayde vnto hym: Maister, the Iewes lately sought to stone thee, and wylt thou go thither agayne?

9 Iesus aunswered: Are there not twelue houres of the day? If any man walke in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the lyght of this worlde.

10 But yf a man walke in the nyght, he stumbleth, because there is no lyght in hym.

11 These thynges sayde he, and after that, he sayde vnto them: Our friende Lazarus slepeth, but I go to wake hym out of slepe.

12 Then sayde his disciples: Lorde, yf he slepe, he shall do well inough.

13 Howbeit, Iesus spake of his death, but they thought that he had spoken of the naturall slepe.