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20 »A poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, used to be brought to the rich man’s door.
21 »He hoped he could eat the bits of food that fell from the rich man’s table. Then the dogs would come and lick his sores.
22 »The poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man died and was buried.
23 »He was in great torment in the grave (hades). He looked up and saw Abraham, far away, with Lazarus at his side.
24 »He called out: Father Abraham! Take pity on me! Please send Lazarus to dip his finger in some water and cool off my tongue. I am in torment in this fire!
25 »Abraham said: Remember, my son, in your lifetime you were given good things, while Lazarus got all the bad things. Now he is enjoying himself while you are in torment.