There was a certain rich man who lived in great luxury and at his gate laid a beggar named Lazarus, whose body was covered with sores. He was hoping that he might receive scraps from the rich man's table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
After a while the beggar died and was carried by the angels to Abraham's side. The rich man died, was buried and from his torment in hell raised his eyes to see Lazarus sitting next to Abraham up in heaven. He cried out, "Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip his finger in water to cool my tongue and stop this burning!"
But Abraham said, "Remember, my son, when your life was filled with all good things while Lazarus had a bad life and no one cared. Now Lazarus is being comforted while you are being tormented. Also, there is a deep pit between us so anyone who would pass from here to you cannot, and no one can cross from where you are to us."
The rich man said, "Then I beg you father Abraham, send Lazarus to my five brothers at my father's house to warn them so they will not end up here where I am being tormented!"
Abraham replied, "They have Moses and the prophets, let them listen to them."