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