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