The Rich Man and Lazarus

19 “There was a rich man who would dress in purple and fine linen, w feasting lavishly every day. 20 But a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, was left at his gate. x 21 He longed to be filled y with what fell from the rich man’s table, z but instead the dogs a would come and lick his sores. 22 One day the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham’s side. b c The rich man also died and was buried. 23 And being in torment d in * Hades, e he looked up and saw Abraham a long way off, with Lazarus at his side. 24 ‘Father Abraham!’ f he called out, ‘Have mercy on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony g in this flame!’

25 “ ‘Son,’ h Abraham said, ‘remember that during your life you received your good things, i just as Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here, j while you are in agony. 26 Besides all this, a great chasm has been fixed between us and you, so that those who want to pass over from here to you cannot; neither can those from there cross over to us.’