So the sisters sent to him, saying, Lord, your dear friend is ill.
Now Jesus had love in his heart for Martha and her sister and Lazarus.
To all those who are dear to me, I give sharp words and punishment: then with all your heart have sorrow for your evil ways.
Erastus was stopping at Corinth; but Trophimus, when I last saw him was at Miletus, ill.
There was at table one of his disciples, the one dear to Jesus, resting his head on Jesus' breast.
So the Jews said, See how dear he was to him!
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.
As for the saints who are in the earth, they are the noble in whom is all my delight.
And he said to him, Take your son, your dearly loved only son Isaac, and go to the land of Moriah and give him as a burned offering on one of the mountains of which I will give you knowledge.
Now a certain man named Lazarus was ill; he was of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha.
And when the Lord saw her, he had pity on her and said to her, Be not sad.
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.
Then Martha said to Jesus, Lord, if you had been here my brother would not be dead.
You give me the name of Master and Lord: and you are right; that is what I am.