Thomson(i)
19 There was a certain rich man who was clad with purple and cotton robes, and who feasted daily in a splendid manner.
20 And there was a certain poor man, named Lazarus, who was laid at his gate, full of sores,
21 desirous indeed to be fed with the crumbs which fell from his table: and moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
22 At length this poor man died, and was carried by angels to Abraham's bosom. And the rich man died also, and was buried.
23 And in the mansion of the dead having lifted up his eyes, being in torment, he seeth Abraham far off and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 Whereupon he cried and said, Father, Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
25 And Abraham said, Son, remember that thou receivedst thy good things in thy life time; and Lazarus in like manner, his evil things. But now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.