Great(i)
1 Go to now ye ryche men. Wepe, and howle on your wretchednes that shal come vpon you.
2 Your riches is corrupte, your garmentes are motheaten,
3 Youre golde & syluer is cankred, and the rust of the shalbe a wytnes vnto you, & shall eate youre flesshe as it were fyre. Ye haue heaped treasure together in your last dayes:
4 Beholde the hyre of labourers which haue reaped downe youre feldes (which hyre is of you kept backe by fraude) cryeth: & the cryes of them which haue reaped, are entred in to the eares of the Lord Sabaoth.
5 Ye haue lyued in pleasure on the erthe, & bene wantan. Ye haue norysshed youre hertes, as in a daye of slaughter.
6 Ye haue condempned and kylled the iust, and he hath not resisted you.