و َكانَ هُناكَ رَجُلٌ فَقِيرٌ اسْمُهُ لِعازَرُ يَتَمَدَّدُ عِندَ بَوّابَتِهِ، وَقَدْ غَطَّتِ القُرُوحُ جَسَدَهُ.
and there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,