1Go, now, ye rich! weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon [you];
2your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;
3your 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!
4lo, 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;
5ye did live in luxury upon the earth, and were wanton; ye did nourish your hearts, as in a day of slaughter;
6ye did condemn -- ye did murder the righteous one, he doth not resist you.
7Be patient, then, brethren, till the presence of the Lord; lo, the husbandman doth expect the precious fruit of the earth, being patient for it, till he may receive rain -- early and latter;