Lamsa(i)
19 There was a rich man, who used to wear purple and fine linen, and every day he made merry very lavishly.
20 And there was a poor man named Lazarus, who was laid down at that rich manÆs door, afflicted with boils;
21 He longed to fill his stomach with the crumbs that fell from the rich manÆs tray; the dogs also came and licked his boils.
22 Now it happened that the poor man died, and the angels carried him into AbrahamÆs bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried.
23 And while he was tormented in Sheol, he lifted up his eyes from a distance, and saw Abraham, with Lazarus in his bosom.
24 And he called in a loud voice and said, O my father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip his finger in water and wet my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
25 Abraham said to him, My son, remember you received your pleasures when you were living, and Lazarus his hardships; and behold now he is comfortable here, and you are suffering.
26 Besides all these things, a great gulf is fixed between us and you; so that those who wish to cross over from here to you cannot, neither from there to cross over to us.
27 He said to him, If that is so, I beseech you, O my father, to send him to my fatherÆs house;
28 For I have five brothers; let him go and testify to them, so that they may not also come to this place of torment.
29 Abraham said to him, They have Moses and the prophets; * let them hear them.
30 But he said to him, No, my father Abraham; but if only a man from the dead go to them, they will repent.
31 Abraham said to him, If they will not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe even if a man should rise from the dead.