1

Come now, ye rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming upon you.

2

Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.

3

Your gold and your silver are rusted and their rust shall be for a testimony against you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye have laid up your treasure in the last days.

4

Behold, the hire of the laborers who mowed your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth out: and the cries of them that reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.

5

Ye have lived delicately on the earth, and taken your pleasure ye have nourished your hearts in a day of slaughter.

6

Ye have condemned, ye have killed the righteous [one] he doth not resist you.