And a certain poor man {named} Lazarus, covered with sores, lay at his gate, and was longing to be filled with what fell from the table of the rich man. But even the dogs came [and] licked his sores.

So she said, "Yes, Lord, for even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master's table."

[he] throws his hail like crumbs. Who can stand before his cold?

and was longing to be filled with what fell from the table of the rich man. But even the dogs came [and] licked his sores.