He longed to be filled with the crumbs that fell from the rich man's table, but instead the dogs would come and lick his sores.
She said, “Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from the table of their masters.”
She answered him, “Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs.”
There was also a poor man named Lazarus, who was laid at his gate, covered with sores.
Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham's side, and the rich man also died and was buried.
When they were full, Jesus said to his disciples, “Gather together the pieces that are left over so that nothing is wasted.”
To the present hour we hunger and thirst; we are poorly clothed and beaten down, with no home of our own.
I have endured labor and hardship, many sleepless nights, and hunger and thirst. I have often gone without food and have been cold due to a lack of sufficient clothing.