²⁰ After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died.

¹⁴ So then he told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead,

⁵ Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus.

³ So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love^(A) is sick.”

¹² As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her.

³⁵ so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

¹⁶ “Son of man, with one blow^(A) I am about to take away from you the delight of your eyes.^(B) Yet do not lament or weep or shed any tears.^{(C) 17} Groan quietly;^(D) do not mourn for the dead. Keep your turban^(E) fastened and your sandals^(F) on your feet; do not cover your mustache and beard^(G) or eat the customary food of mourners.^(H)”

¹⁸ So I spoke to the people in the morning, and in the evening my wife died. The next morning I did as I had been commanded.^(I)

¹⁷ Some time later the son of the woman who owned the house became ill. He grew worse and worse, and finally stopped breathing.