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Now a certain man named Lazarus was ill he was of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha.

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(The Mary whose brother Lazarus was ill, was the Mary who put perfumed oil on the Lord and made his feet dry with her hair.)

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So the sisters sent to him, saying, Lord, your dear friend is ill.

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When this came to his ears, Jesus said, The end of this disease is not death, but the glory of God, so that the Son of God may have glory because of it.

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Now Jesus had love in his heart for Martha and her sister and Lazarus.

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So when the news came to him that Lazarus was ill, he did not go from the place where he was for two days.

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Then after that time he said to his disciples, Let us go into Judaea again.

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The disciples said to him, Master, the Jews were attempting only the other day to have you stoned, and are you going back there again?

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Then Jesus said in answer, Are there not twelve hours in the day? A man may go about in the day without falling, because he sees the light of this world.

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But if a man goes about in the night, he may have a fall because the light is not in him.

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These things said he: and after that he said to them, Lazarus our friend is at rest but I go so that I may make him come out of his sleep.

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Then his disciples said to him, Lord, if he is resting he will get well.

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Jesus, however, was talking of his death: but they had the idea that he was talking about taking rest in sleep.

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Then Jesus said to them clearly, Lazarus is dead.

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And because of you I am glad I was not there, so that you may have faith but let us go to him.

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Then Thomas, who was named Didymus, said to the other disciples, Let us go so that we may be with him in death.