19. “There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen and dined sumptuously each day.
20. And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores,
21. who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Dogs even used to come and lick his sores.
22. When the poor man died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried,
23. and from the netherworld, where he was in torment, he raised his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus at his side.
24. And he cried out, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering torment in these flames.’