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