Luke 16: 19-26
(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.'