Luke 16: 19-36
(Jesus said to them [the Pharisees]:...) "There was
a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine
linen and dined sumptuously each day. And lying at
his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered
with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the
scraps that fell from the rich man's table. Dogs even
used to come and lick his sores. When the poor man
died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of
Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried, and
from the netherworld, where he was in torment, he
raised his eyes and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus
at his side. And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, have
pity on me. Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger
in water and cool my tongue, for I am suffering
torment
in these flames.'