Luke 16:24
And he cryed and sayde: father Abraham, haue mercie on me, and sende Lazarus that he may dippe the tippe of his fynger in water, and coole my tongue: for I am tormented in this flambe.
And he cryed and sayde: father Abraham, haue mercie on me, and sende Lazarus that he may dippe the tippe of his fynger in water, and coole my tongue: for I am tormented in this flambe.
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19Ther was a certaine riche man, whiche was clothed in purple & fine whyte, and fared very deliciously euery day.
20And there was a certayne begger, named Lazarus, which was layde at his gate full of sores:
21And desiring to be refresshed with the crumbes which fell from ye riche mans boorde And no man gaue vnto hym: but the dogges came and licked his sores.
22And it came to passe, that the begger dyed, and was caryed by the Angels into Abrahams bosome. The riche man also dyed, and was buryed.
23And beyng in hell in tormentes, he lyft vp his eyes, and sawe Abraham a farre of, and Lazarus in his bosome,
25But Abraham sayde: Sonne, remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, and lykewyse Lazarus paynes: But nowe is he comforted, and thou art tormented.
26Beyonde all this, betweene vs & you there is a great gulfe set, so that they which woulde go from hence to you, can not, neither may come from thence to vs.
27Then he sayde: I pray thee therfore father, sende hym to my fathers house.
28For I haue fyue brethren, that he may witnesse vnto them, lest they also come into this place of torment.
29Abraham sayde vnto hym: they haue Moyses and the prophetes, let them heare them.
30And he sayde, nay father Abraham: but yf one come vnto them from the dead, they wyll repent.
43And yf thy hande offende thee, cut it of: It is better for thee to enter into lyfe maymed, then hauyng two handes, to go into hell, into fire that neuer shalbe quenched:
44Where their worme dyeth not, & the fire goeth not out.
45And yf thy foote offende thee, cut it of: It is better for thee to go halt into lyfe, then hauyng two feete, to be cast into hell, into fire that neuer shalbe queched:
46Where their worme dyeth not, and the fire goeth not out.
48Where their worme dyeth not, and the fire goeth not out.
43And when he thus had spoken, he cryed with a loude voyce: Lazarus, come foorth.
7And cried with a loude voyce, & sayde: what haue I to do with thee Iesus thou sonne of the most hyest God? I require thee in the name of God, that thou torment me not.
16And he woulde fayne haue fylled his belly with the coddes that the swyne dyd eate: and no man gaue vnto hym.
17Then he came to hym selfe, and sayde: Howe many hyred seruauntes at my fathers house haue bread inough, and I perishe with hunger?
44And he was in an agonie, and he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was lyke droppes of blood, tricklyng downe to the grounde.
15Lorde, haue mercy on my sonne, for he is lunaticke, and sore vexed: for oft tymes he falleth into the fyre, and oft into the water.
41Then shall he saye vnto them on the left hande: Depart from me ye cursed into euerlasting fire, which is prepared for the deuyll and his angels.
42For I was an hungred, and ye gaue me no meate: I was thirstie, and ye gaue me no drynke.
42And he sayde vnto Iesus: Lorde, remember me, when thou commest into thy kyngdome.
10The same shall drynke of the wyne of the wrath of God: yea, of the pure wyne which is powred in ye cup of his wrath: And he shalbe punisshed in fyre & brimstone, before the holy angels, and before the lambe.
38And he cryed, saying: Iesu thou sonne of Dauid, haue mercie on me.
39And they which went before, rebuked hym, that he shoulde holde his peace: But he cryed so much the more, thou sonne of Dauid, haue mercie on me.
28There shalbe weepyng & gnasshyng of teeth, when ye shall see Abraham, and Isaac, and Iacob, and all the prophetes, in the kyngdome of God, and ye your selues thrust out.
9And men boyled in great heate, and blasphemed the name of God whiche hath power ouer these plagues, & they repented not, to geue hym glorie.
28When he sawe Iesus, and had cryed, he fell downe before hym, and with a loude voyce sayde: What haue I to do with thee Iesus, thou sonne of God most hyest? I beseche thee torment me not.
42And shall cast them into a furnesse of fyre: There shalbe waylyng and gnasshyng of teeth.
48And many rebuked hym, that he shoulde holde his peace: But he cryed the more a great deale, thou sonne of Dauid haue mercy on me.
50And shall cast them into a furnesse of fyre: there shalbe waylyng and gnasshyng of teeth.
22And oft tymes it hath cast hym into the fire, and into the water, to destroye hym: But yf thou canst do any thyng, haue mercy on vs, and helpe vs.
35And some of them that stoode by, whe they hearde that, sayde: Beholde, he calleth for Elias.
36And one ran, and fylled a spunge full of vineger, and put it on a reede, & gaue hym to drynke, saying: let hym alone, let vs see whether Elias wyll come and take hym downe.
19As the drye grounde and heate consume the snowye waters: so shall the graue the sinners.
16The graue, the barren wombe, and the earth that hath neuer water enough: as for fire it sayth neuer hoe.
11And blasphemed the God of heauen for their sorowe, and for theirs sores, and repented not of their deedes.
13Then sayde the kyng to the ministers: bynde hym hande and foote, and cast hym into vtter darknesse: there shalbe wepyng and gnasshyng of teeth.
22But while his fleshe is vpon him, it must haue sorowe: and his soule shall mourne within him.
9Haue mercy vpon me O God, for I am in distresse: mine eye, my soule, and my belly be consumed for very heauinesse.
5So, whe he had called all his maisters detters together, he sayde vnto the first: Howe muche owest thou vnto my maister?
34And his Lorde was wroth, and delyuered hym to the tormentours, tyll he shoulde pay all that was due vnto him.
14And when he had spent all, there arose a great dearth in all that lande, and he began to lacke.
16So the, because thou art luke warme, and neither colde nor hotte, I wyll spewe thee out of my mouth:
21And the sonne sayde vnto him: Father, I haue sinned agaynst heauen, and in thy syght, and am no more worthy to be called thy sonne.
51And shall hewe hym in peeces, & geue hym his portion with hypocrites: there shalbe wepyng and gnasshyng of teeth.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.