1Come now, ye rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming upon you.
2Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.
3Your 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.
4Behold, 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.
5Ye have lived delicately on the earth, and taken your pleasure; ye have nourished your hearts in a day of slaughter.
6Ye have condemned, ye have killed the righteous [one]; he doth not resist you.
7Be patient therefore, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient over it, until it receive the early and latter rain.
