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Once there was a wealthy man who wore purple and fine linen and feasted daily.

Lazarus, a poor man covered with sores, lay at his gate,

 longing to eat the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Even dogs used to come and lick his sores. 

The poor man died, and the angels took him to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried. 

From the torment of the netherworld, he looked up and saw Abraham far off, with Lazarus resting beside him.

He called out: 

‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me and send Lazarus, with the tip of his finger dipped in water, to cool my tongue, for I am suffering greatly in this fire!’

Abraham replied: 

‘My son, remember that in your lifetime you were prosperous, while Lazarus’s situation was unfortunate. Now he is comforted, and you are suffering. 

But that’s not all. Between your place and ours, a great chasm has been fixed, so that no one can cross from here to there or from there to here.’

The rich man pleaded again: 

‘Then I beg you, Father Abraham, send Lazarus to my father’s house 

where my five brothers live. Let him warn them so they won’t end up in this place of torment.’ 

Abraham replied: 

‘They have Moses and the prophets. Let them listen to them.’ 

But the rich man said: 

‘No, Father Abraham; if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

Abraham said: 

‘If they will not listen to Moses and the prophets, they will not be convinced, even if someone rises from the dead.’”