19 There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: 20 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, 21 And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; 23 And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. 25 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.
Runtii, runtii, waxaan idinku leeyahay, Haddii aad wax uun weydiisataan Aabbaha, magacayga ayuu idinku siin doonaa. 24 Tan iyo imminka waxba magacayga kuma weydiisan. Weydiista, waanad heli doontaan, inay farxaddiinnu buuxsanto. 25 Waxyaalahaas ayaan masaallo idinkula hadlay. Waxaa imanaysa goortii aanan mar dambe masaallo idinkula hadli doonin, laakiin aan bayaan idiinkaga warrami doono Aabbaha. 26 Maalintaas waxaad ku weydiisan doontaan magacayga.