016:019 "There was once a rich man who habitually arrayed himself in purple and fine linen, and enjoyed a splendid banquet every day,
016:020 while at his outer door there lay a beggar, Lazarus by name,
016:021 covered with sores and longing to make a full meal off
the scraps flung on the floor from the rich man's table.
Nay, the dogs, too, used to come and lick his sores.
016:022 "But in course of time the beggar died; and he was carried
by the angels into Abraham's bosom. The rich man also died,
and had a funeral.
016:023 And in Hades, being in torment, he looked and saw Abraham in the far distance, and Lazarus resting in his arms.
016:024 So he cried aloud, and said, "`Father Abraham, take pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame.'
016:025 "`Remember, my child,' said Abraham, `that you had all
your good things during your lifetime, and that Lazarus
in like manner had his bad things. But, now and here,
he is receiving consolation and you are in agony.
016:026 And, besides all this, a vast chasm is immovably fixed between
us and you, put there in order that those who desire to cross
from this side to you may not be able, nor any be able to cross
over from your side to us.'
016:027 "`I entreat you then, father,' said he, `to send him to
my father's house.
016:028 For I have five brothers. Let him earnestly warn them,
lest they also come to this place of torment.'