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There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and feasted sumptuously every day.
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And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who lay at his gate, full of sores,
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Desiring to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table. And no one did give him: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
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And it came to pass that the beggar died and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom. And the rich man also died: and he was buried in hell.
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And lifting up his eyes when he was in torments, he saw Abraham afar off and Lazarus in his bosom:
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And he cried and said: Father Abraham, have mercy on me and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water to cool my tongue: for I am tormented in this flame.
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And Abraham said to him: Son, remember that thou didst receive good things in thy lifetime, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted and thou art tormented.
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And besides all this, between us and you, there is fixed a great chaos: so that they who would pass from hence to you cannot, nor from thence come hither.
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And he said: Then, father, I beseech thee that thou wouldst send him to my father’s house, for I have five brethren,
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That he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torments.
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And Abraham said to him: They have Moses and the prophets. Let them hear them.
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But he said: No, father Abraham: but if one went to them from the dead, they will do penance.
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And he said to him: If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they believe, if one rise again from the dead.
