1 Come now, you rich, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming upon you.
2 Your riches have rotted and your clothes have become moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and your silver have rusted and their rust will be evidence against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You have stored up treasure in the last days.
4 Behold, the wages of the workers who mowed your fields—which you kept back by fraud—are crying out against you. And the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.