Lazarus is Sick; Jesus Delays

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Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany, of the village of Mary and her sister Martha.

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And it was that Mary who anointed the Lord with ointment, and wiped his feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick.

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The sisters therefore sent unto him, saying, Lord, behold, he whom thou lovest is sick.

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But when Jesus heard it, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified thereby.

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Now Jesus loved Martha, and her sister, and Lazarus.

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When therefore he heard that he was sick, he abode at that time two days in the place where he was.

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Then after this he saith to the disciples, Let us go into Judæa again.

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The disciples say unto him, Rabbi, the Jews were but now seeking to stone thee; and goest thou thither again?

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Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day? If a man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world.

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But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because the light is not in him.

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These things spake he: and after this he saith unto them, Our friend Lazarus is fallen asleep; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep.

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The disciples therefore said unto him, Lord, if he is fallen asleep, he will recover.

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Now Jesus had spoken of his death: but they thought that he spake of taking rest in sleep.

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Then Jesus therefore said unto them plainly, Lazarus is dead.

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And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, to the intent ye may believe; nevertheless let us go unto him.

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Thomas therefore, who is called Didymus, said unto his fellow-disciples, Let us also go, that we may die with him.