Godbey(i)
1 Come now, ye rich, weep mourning over your calamities which are coming on you.
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments have become moth-eaten:
3 your gold and your silver are cankered; and their rust shall be for a witness against you, and eat your flesh like fire. You laid up treasures in the last days.
4 Behold, the wages of the laborers having reaped your fields, which is fraudulently kept back by you, is crying out: and the voices of the reapers have come into the ears of the Lord of hosts.
5 Ye flourished upon the earth, and were wanton; you nourished your hearts in the day of slaughter.
6 You condemned, you murdered the righteous; nothing antagonizes you.