CLV(i)
1 Come now, you rich, lament, howling for your wretchedness which is coming on you! "
2 Your riches have rotted and your garments have become food for moths.
3 Your gold and silver corrode and their venom will be for a testimony against you, and the venom will be eating your flesh as fire. You hoard in the last days."
4 Lo! the wage of the workers, who mow your country places, which has been withheld by you, is crying, and the imploring of the reapers has entered into the ears of the Lord of hosts."
5 You luxuriate on the earth, and squander. You nourish your hearts as in a day of slaughter."
6 You convict, you murder the just; he is not resisting you."