who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Dogs even used to come and lick his sores.
She said, “Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters.”
She replied and said to him, “Lord, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s scraps.”
And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores,
When the poor man died, he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried,
When they had had their fill, he said to his disciples, “Gather the fragments left over, so that nothing will be wasted.”
To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are poorly clad and roughly treated, we wander about homeless
in toil and hardship, through many sleepless nights, through hunger and thirst, through frequent fastings, through cold and exposure.