And there was a poor man named Lazarus,

And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham from afar, and Lazarus in his bosom.

And he cried out and said, Father Abraham, have pity on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.

And Abraham said, Son, remember that thou receivedst thy good things in thy life-time, and likewise Lazarus his evils: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.