و َكانَ هُناكَ رَجُلٌ فَقِيرٌ اسْمُهُ لِعازَرُ يَتَمَدَّدُ عِندَ بَوّابَتِهِ، وَقَدْ غَطَّتِ القُرُوحُ جَسَدَهُ.
And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores,