JPS_ASV_Byz(i)
19 Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously 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, even the dogs came and licked his sores.
22 And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and that he was carried away by the angels into Abraham's bosom; and the rich man also died, and was buried.
23 And in Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue, for I am in anguish in this flame.
25 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and Lazarus in like manner evil things; but now here he is comforted, and thou art in anguish.