Chapter

1 IX   |   earth, he called from the grave one Lazarus his friend,
2 IX   | death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?'
3 X    |     be imprisoned in a tiny grave, left in utter loneliness,
4 XI   |   still defiled; for in the grave there is no confession nor
5 XII  |    present life down to the grave, and becoming Angels in
6 XIII | have buried his body in the grave. But the third friend, that
7 XXVII|     it is digged and made a grave for dead bodies. This being
8 XXXV |     days, never leaving the grave, and never thinking of meat
9 XL   |    On the morrow, he made a grave hard by the cave, and thither