Rotherham(i)
20 And, a certain beggar, by name Lazarus, used to be cast near his gate, full of sores,
21 and to long to be fed from the crumbs that fell from the table of the rich man: nay! even, the dogs, used to come and lick his sores.
22 And it came to pass that the beggar died, and was carried away by the messengers, into the bosom of Abraham. And, the rich man also, died, and was buried.
23 And, in hades, lifting up his eyes, being in torments, he seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 And, he, calling out, said––Father Abraham! have mercy upon 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 thou didst duly received thy good things in thy life, and, Lazarus, in like manner, the evil things; but, now, here, he is comforted, and, thou, art in anguish.