WPNT(i)
19 “Now there was a certain rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen, living in luxury every day.
20 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores, who had been placed at his gate,
21 just wanting to be fed with the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table—why even the dogs would come and lick his sores!
22 In due time the beggar died and was carried away to Abraham’s bosom by the angels. “The rich man also died and was buried.
23 And in Hades he looked up and saw Abraham at a distance, and Lazarus very close to him. And being in torment,
24 he called out, saying, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; because I am tormented by this flame!’
25 But Abraham said: ‘Child, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus had bad things; but now he is being comforted, and you tormented.
26 And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can anyone from there cross over to us.’
27 Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house,
28 because I have five brothers, so that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment’.