1
Go to now, ye rich men: weep and howl in your miseries, which shall come upon you.
2
Your riches are corrupted: and your garments are motheaten.
3
Your gold and silver is cankered: and the rust of them shall be for a testimony against you and shall eat your flesh like fire. You have stored up to yourselves wrath against the last days.
4
Behold the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which by fraud has been kept back by you, crieth: and the cry of them hath entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5
You have feasted upon earth: and in riotousness you have nourished your hearts, in the day of slaughter.