1
Come now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.
2
Your riches are corrupted and your garments motheaten.
3
Your gold and silver are cankered, and the rust of them shall be a witness against you and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.
4
Behold, the hire of the laborers who have reaped your fields, which you kept back by fraud, crieth; and the cries of those who have reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5
Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth and been wanton. Ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.
6
Ye have condemned and killed the just, and he doth not resist you.