Tyndale(i)
19 Ther was a certayne ryche man which was clothed in purple and fyne bysse and fared deliciously every daye.
20 And ther was a certayne begger named Lazarus whiche laye at his gate full of soores
21 desyringe to be refresshed with the cromes whiche fell from the ryche manes borde. Neverthelesse the dogges came and licked his soores.
22 And yt fortuned that the begger dyed and was caried by the angelles into Abrahas bosome. The riche man also died and was buried.
23 And beinge in hell in tormetes he lyfte vp his eyes and sawe Abraham a farre of and Lazarus in his bosome
24 and he cryed and sayd: father Abraham have mercy on me and sende Lazarus that he maye dippe the tippe of his fynger in water and cole my tonge: for I am tourmented in this flame.
25 But Abraha sayd vnto him Sonne remembre that thou in thy lyfe tyme receavedst thy pleasure and contrary wyse Lazarus payne. Now therfore is he comforted and thou art punysshed.
26 Beyonde all this bitwene you and vs ther is a greate space set so that they which wolde goo from thence to you cannot: nether maye come from thence to vs.
27 Then he sayd: I praye the therfore father send him to my fathers housse.
28 For I have fyve brethren: for to warne the left they also come into this place of tourmet.
29 Abraha sayd vnto him: they have Moses and the Prophetes let them heare them.
30 And he sayd: naye father Abraham but yf one came vnto the from the ded they wolde repent.
31 He sayd vnto him: If they heare not Moses and ye prophetes nether will they beleve though one roose from deeth agayne.