"There was a rich man who would dress in purple and fine linen, feasting lavishly every day.
But a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, was left at his gate.
He longed to be filled with what fell from the rich man's table, but instead the dogs would come and lick his sores.
One day the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried.
And being in torment in Hades, he looked up and saw Abraham a long way off, with Lazarus at his side.
'Father Abraham!' he called out, 'Have mercy on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this flame!'
" 'Son,' Abraham said, 'remember that during your life you received your good things, just as Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here, while you are in agony.
Besides all this, a great chasm has been fixed between us and you, so that those who want to pass over from here to you cannot; neither can those from there cross over to us.'
" 'Father,' he said, 'then I beg you to send him to my father's house--
because I have five brothers-- to warn them, so they won't also come to this place of torment.'