Do now, ye rich men, weep ye, yelling in your wretchednesses that shall come to you.
Your riches be rotten, and your clothes be eaten of moths.
Your gold and silver hath rusted, and the rust of them shall be to you into witnessing, and shall eat your fleshes, as fire. Ye have treasured to you wrath in the last days.
Lo! the hire of your workmen, that reaped your fields, which is defrauded of you [which is frauded of you], crieth; and the cry of them hath entered into the ears of the Lord of hosts.
Ye have eaten on the earth, and in your lecheries ye have nourished your hearts. In the day of slaying
ye brought, and slew the just man, and he against-stood not you [and he withstood you not].