He was happy just to eat the scraps that fell from the rich man's table. His body was covered with sores, and dogs kept coming up to lick them.
“Lord, that's true,” the woman said, “but even dogs get the crumbs that fall from their owner's table.”
The woman replied, “Lord, even dogs eat the crumbs that children drop from the table.”
But a poor beggar named Lazarus was brought to the gate of the rich man's house.
The poor man died, and angels took him to the place of honour next to Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried.
The people ate all they wanted, and Jesus told his disciples to gather up the leftovers, so that nothing would be wasted.
Even today we go hungry and thirsty and don't have anything to wear except rags. We are ill-treated and don't have a place to live.
I have worked and struggled and spent many sleepless nights. I have gone hungry and thirsty and often had nothing to eat. I have been cold from not having enough clothes to keep me warm.