Come now, you rich people! Weep and wail over the miseries that are coming on you.
Your wealth is ruined: your clothes are moth-eaten;
your silver and gold are corroded, and their corrosion will be a witness against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You stored up treasure in the last days!
Look! The pay that you withheld from the workers who reaped your fields cries out, and the outcry of the harvesters has reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.
You have lived luxuriously on the land and have indulged yourselves. You have fattened your hearts for the day of slaughter.
You have condemned-you have murdered-the righteous man; he does not resist you.