Luke 16:24
and he cried, and sayde: Father Abraham, haue mercy vpon me, and sende Lazarus, that he maye dyppe the typpe of his fynger in water, & coole my tonge, for I am tormeted in this flame.
and he cried, and sayde: Father Abraham, haue mercy vpon me, and sende Lazarus, that he maye dyppe the typpe of his fynger in water, & coole my tonge, for I am tormeted in this flame.
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19There was a certayne riche man, which clothed him self with purple and costly lynnen, and fared deliciously euery daye.
20And there was a poore man named Lazarus which laye at his gate full of sores,
21and desyred to be fylled with the crommes, that fell from the riche mans table. Yet came the dogges, and licked his sores.
22But it fortuned, that the poore man dyed, and was caried of the angels in to Abrahams bosome. The riche man dyed also, and was buried.
23Now whan he was in the hell, he lift vp his eyes in the payne, and sawe Abraham afarre of, and Lazarus in his bosome:
25But Abraha saide: Remebre sonne, yt thou hast receaued good in yi life, & contrary wyse Lazarus receaued euell. But now is he comforted, and thou art tormented.
26And beside all this, there is a greate space set betwene vs and you: so yt they which wolde go downe from hence vnto you, cannot: nether maye they passe ouer from thence vnto vs.
27Then sayde he: I pray the then father, that thou wilt sende him vnto my fathers house,
28for I haue yet fyue brethren, that he maye warne them, lest they also come in to this place of torment.
29Abraham sayde vnto him: They haue Moses and the prophetes, let them heare them.
30But he sayde: Nay father Abraham, but yf one wente vnto them fro the deed, they wolde do pennaunce.
43Yf thy hade offende the, cut him of. Better it is for the to entre in to life lame, the hauynge two hondes to go in to hell in to the euerlastinge fyre,
44where their worme dyeth not, and their fyre goeth not out.
45Yf thy fote offende the, cut him of. Better it is for the to entre into life crepell, the hauynge two fete to be cast in to hell in the fyre euerlastynge,
46where their worme dyeth not, and their fyre goeth not out.
48where their worme dyeth not, and their fyre goeth not out.
43Whan he had sayde this, he cryed loude: Lazarus come forth.
7and cried loude, and sayde: What haue I to do with the O Iesus thou sonne of ye Hyest God? I charge the by God, that thou torment me not.
16And he wolde fayne haue fylled his bely with the coddes, that the swyne ate. And no man gaue him them.
17Then came he to him self, and sayde: How many hyred seruauntes hath my father, which haue bred ynough, and I perish of honger?
44And it came so, that he wrestled with death, and prayed the longer. And his sweate was like droppes of bloude, runnynge downe to the grounde.
15LORDE, haue mercy vpon my sonne, for he is lunatike, & sore vexed. He falleth oft tymes in to ye fyre, and oft in to ye water:
41Then shal he saye also vnto them that shalbe on the left hande: Departe fro me ye cursed in to the euerlastinge fyre, which is prepared for the deuell and his angels.
42For I was hogrie, and ye gaue me no meate: I was thirstye, and ye gaue me no drynke:
42And he sayde vnto Iesus: LORDE, remembre me, whan thou commest in to thy kyngdome.
10the same shall drynke of the wyne of the wrath of God, which is powred in the cuppe of his wrath. And he shalbe punysshed in fyre and brymstone, before the holy Angels, and before the lambe.
38And he cryed, and sayde: Iesu thou sonne of Dauid, haue mercy vpon me.
39But the people that wente before, rebuked him, that he shulde holde his tunge. Neuertheles he cried moch more: Thou sonne of Dauid haue mercy vpo me.
28There shalbe wepynge and gnasshinge of teth, when ye shal se Abraham, and Isaac, and Iacob and all the prophetes in ye kyngdome of God, and youre selues thrust out,
9And the men raged in gret heate, and spake euell of the name of God, which had power ouer those plages, and they repented not, to geue him glory.
28Neuertheles wha he sawe Iesus, he cried, and fell downe before him, and cried loude, & sayde: What haue I to do with the Iesus, thou sonne of the Hyest God? I beseke the, that thou wilt not tormete me.
42& shal cast the in to a fornace of fyre, there shalbe waylinge and gnasshinge of teth.
48And many reproued him, that he shulde holde his tunge. But he cried moch more: Thou sonne of Dauid haue mercyvpo me.
50& shal cast the in to a fornace of fyre, there shalbe waylinge & gnasshinge of teth.
22and oft tymes hath he cast him in to the fyre and water, to destroye him: but yf thou canst do enythinge, haue mercy vpon vs, and helpe vs.
35And some that stode by, whan they herde yt, they sayde: Beholde, he calleth Elias.
36Then rane there one, & fylled a spoge wt vyneger, & stickte it vpo a rede, & gaue hi to drynke, & sayde: Holde styll, let se, whether Elias wil come, and take him downe.
19O yt they (for the wickednesse which they haue done) were drawen to the hell, sooner the snowe melteth at the heate.
16There be thre thinges that are neuer satisfied, and the fourth saieth neuer hoo. The hell, a womans wombe, and the earth hath neuer water ynough. As for fyre, it sayeth neuer: hoo.
11and blasphemed the God of heaue for sorowe, and payne of their sores, and repented not of their dedes.
13Then sayde the kynge vnto his seruauntes: Take and bynde him hande and fote, & cast him into ye vtter darcknes: there shal be waylinge and gnasshinge of teth.
22Whyle he lyueth, his flesh must haue trauayle: and whyle the soule is in him, he must be in sorowe.
9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.
5And he called vnto hi all his lordes detters, and sayde vnto the first: How moch owest thou vnto my lorde?
34And his lorde was wroth, and delyuered him vnto the iaylers, tyll he payed all that he ought.
14Now whan he had spent all that he had, there was a greate derth thorow out all the same lode. And he begane to lacke,
16So then because thou art bitwene bothe, and nether colde ner hote I wyll spew the out off my mouth:
21Then sayde the sonne vnto him: Father, I haue synned agaynst heaue, and before the, I am nomore worthy to be called thy sonne.
51and shal hew him in peces and geue him his rewarde with ypocrytes: there shal be waylinge and gnasshinge of teth.
15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.