Wesley(i)
19 There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, and feasted splendidly every day.
20 And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who was laid at his gate, full of sores;
21 and desiring to be fed with the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table: yea, the dogs also came and licked his sores.
22 And the beggar died and was carried by angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died and was buried:
23 And in hell lifting up his eyes, being in torments, he seeth Abraham afar off and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
25 But Abraham said, Son, remember, that thou in thy life-time receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.
26 And besides all this, between us and you, there is a great gulph fixed; so that they who would pass from us to you, cannot, neither can they pass to us that would come from thence.
27 Then he said, I pray thee, therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father's house:
28 For I have five brethren; that he may testify to them, lest they also come into this place of torment.