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19 There was a certain rich man that was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared deliciously every day. 20 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus who lay at his gate, full of sores, 21 longing to be relieved of hunger with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Nevertheless, the dogs came and licked his sores.

22 And it came to pass that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died, and was buried; 23 and being in hell, in torments, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried out and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue! For I am tormented in this flame.

25 But Abraham said to him, Son, remember that you in your lifetime received your pleasure, and contrariwise Lazarus pain. Now therefore he is comforted, and you are punished. 26 Beyond all this, between all you and us there is a great space set, so that those who would desire to go from here to you cannot, and none may come from there to us.

27 Then he said, I pray you therefore, Father, send him to my father’s house, 28 for I have five brethren, to warn them, lest they also come into this place of torment.

29 Abraham said to him, They have Moses and the prophets. Let them hear them.

30 And he said, Nay, Father Abraham, but if one came to them from the dead, they would repent.

31 He said to him, If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe though one rose from death again.

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