1. Go, now, ye rich! weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon [you];
2. your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
3. your gold and silver have rotted, and the rust of them for a testimony shall be to you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye made treasure in the last days!
4. lo, the reward of the workmen, of those who in-gathered your fields, which hath been fraudulently kept back by you--doth cry out, and the exclamations of those who did reap into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth have entered;