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

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

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved.

And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of.

But to the saints that are in the earth, and to the excellent, in whom is all my delight.

For he longed after you all, and was full of heaviness, because that ye had heard that he had been sick.

For indeed he was sick nigh unto death: but God had mercy on him; and not on him only, but on me also, lest I should have sorrow upon sorrow.

Erastus abode at Corinth: but Trophimus have I left at Miletum sick.

For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.

If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?

Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord:

And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.