Moffatt(i) 19 There was a rich man, clad in purple and fine linen, who lived sumptuously every day. 20 Outside his door lay a poor man called Lazarus; he was a mass of ulcers, 21 and fain to eat up the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table. (The very dogs used to come and lick his ulcers.) 22 Now it happened that the poor man died, and he was carried by the angels to Abraham's bosom. The rich man died too, and was buried. 23 And as he was being tortured in Hades he raised his eyes and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus in his bosom; 24 so he called out, 'Father Abraham, take pity on me, send Lazarus to dip his fingertip in water and cool my tongue, for I am in anguish in these flames.' 25 But Abraham said, 'Remember, my son, you got all the bliss when you were alive, just as Lazarus got the ills of life; he is in comfort now, and you are in anguish.