20. At his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus who was covered with sores.
21. As Lazarus lay there longing for scraps from the rich man’s table, the dogs would come and lick his open sores.
22. “Finally, the poor man died and was carried by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried,
23. and his soul went to the place of the dead. There, in torment, he saw Abraham in the far distance with Lazarus at his side.
24. “The rich man shouted, ‘Father Abraham, have some pity! Send Lazarus over here to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue. I am in anguish in these flames.’