There was a rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, and feasted lavishly every day.
And there was a begger named Lazarus, who was laid at the rich man’s gate, full of sores, begging to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. And the dogs came and licked his sores.
The beggar died and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom.
The rich man also died and was buried.
In hell the rich man lift up his eyes, being in torments, and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
The rich man: Father Abraham, have mercy 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.
Abraham: Son, remember that in your lifetime, you received good things, and Lazarus received evil things: but now he is comforted, and you are tormented. Besides all this, there is a great gulf fixed between us and you, so that those who would pass from here to you cannot; and those, who would come from there, can not pass to us.
The rich man: I pray, father, that you would send Lazarus to my father’s house that he may testify to them lest they also come into this place of torment, for I have five brothers.
Abraham: They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.
The rich man: No, father Abraham: but if one went to them from the dead, they will repent.
Abraham: If they will not listen to Moses and the prophets, they will not be persuaded even if one rose from the dead.
In hell, the rich man:
— has eyes and can see.
— can reason that water will cool his tongue
— remembers his life and family
— recognizes Lazarus and Abraham