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;