The Rich Man and Lazarus
19 Now there was a rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, who lived each day in joyous splendor.
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And a beggar named Lazarus lay at his gate, covered with sores
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and longing to be fed with the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
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One day the beggar died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s side. And the rich man also died and was buried.
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In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham from afar, with Lazarus by his side.
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So he cried out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy 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 fire.’
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But Abraham answered, ‘Child, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things. But now he is comforted here, while you are in agony.
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And besides all this, a great chasm has been fixed between us and you, so that even those who wish cannot cross from here to you, nor can anyone cross from there to us.’
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‘Then I beg you, father,’ he said, ‘send Lazarus to my father’s house,
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for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also end up in this place of torment.’
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But Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let your brothers listen to them.’
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‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone is sent to them from the dead, they will repent.’
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Then Abraham said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be persuaded even if someone rises from the dead.’”
