hat
24 Li pran rele Abraram papa, gen pitye pou mwen non! Voye Laza nan tranpe pwent an nan dwèt li nan dlo ak frechè sou lang mwen; paske mwen ap soufri anpil nan flanm sa a.
eng
24 He exclaimed, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.