Worrell(i)
19 "Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously every day.
20 And a certain poor man, Lazarus by name, had been laid at his gate, full of sores,
21 and desiring to be fed with the crumbs falling from the rich man's table; yea, even the dogs, coming, were licking his sores.
22 And it came to pass that the poor man 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, lifting up his eyes, being in torments, he sees Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 And, crying, he 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; because I am in anguish in this flame!'
25 But Abraham said, 'Child, remember that, in your lifetime, you received in full your good things, and Lazarus, likewise, evil things; but now here he is comforted, and you are in anguish.
26 And, in all these things, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed; so that those wishing to cross from hence to you cannot; nor do they pass from thence to us.'
27 And he said, 'I pray you, therefore, father, that you would send him to my father's house;
28 for I have five brothers; that he may testify to them, lest they also come into this place of torment.'
29 But Abraham says, 'They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.'
30 But he said, 'Nay, father Abraham; but, if one go to them from the dead, they will repent.'
31 But he said to him, 'If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, if one rose from the dead.'"