1. Go to now, ye rich, weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon you.
2. Your wealth is become rotten, and your garments moth-eaten.
3. Your gold and silver is eaten away, and their canker shall be for a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye have heaped up treasure in the last days.
4. Behold, the wages of your labourers, who have harvested your fields, wrongfully kept back by you, cry, and the cries of those that have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.