1 Come now, Oh ye rich, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. 2 Your riches are rotten, and your garments are motheaten. 3 Your gold and silver is corrupted with rust; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you and shall completely eat your flesh, as fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days. 4 Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped your fields (which you have kept back by fraud) cries out; and the cries of those who have reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of the hosts. 5 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth and been wanton; ye have refreshed your hearts, as in the day of slaughter of sacrifices. 6 Ye have condemned and murdered the just, and he does not resist you.