Coverdale(i)
19 There was a certayne riche man, which clothed him self with purple and costly lynnen, and fared deliciously euery daye.
20 And there was a poore man named Lazarus which laye at his gate full of sores,
21 and desyred to be fylled with the crommes, that fell from the riche mans table. Yet came the dogges, and licked his sores.
22 But it fortuned, that the poore man dyed, and was caried of the angels in to Abrahams bosome. The riche man dyed also, and was buried.
23 Now whan he was in the hell, he lift vp his eyes in the payne, and sawe Abraham afarre of, and Lazarus in his bosome:
24 and he cried, and sayde: Father Abraham, haue mercy vpon me, and sende Lazarus, that he maye dyppe the typpe of his fynger in water, & coole my tonge, for I am tormeted in this flame.
25 But Abraha saide: Remebre sonne, yt thou hast receaued good in yi life, & contrary wyse Lazarus receaued euell. But now is he comforted, and thou art tormented.
26 And beside all this, there is a greate space set betwene vs and you: so yt they which wolde go downe from hence vnto you, cannot: nether maye they passe ouer from thence vnto vs.
27 Then sayde he: I pray the then father, that thou wilt sende him vnto my fathers house,
28 for I haue yet fyue brethren, that he maye warne them, lest they also come in to this place of torment.
29 Abraham sayde vnto him: They haue Moses and the prophetes, let them heare them.
30 But he sayde: Nay father Abraham, but yf one wente vnto them fro the deed, they wolde do pennaunce.
31 Neuertheles he sayde vnto him: Yf they heare not Moses & the prophetes, then shal they not beleue also, though one rose agayne fro the deed.