Haweis(i)
1 COME now, ye rich men, let your tears run down, howling over your miseries which are coming upon you.
2 Your wealth is corrupted, and your robes are moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and silver is cankered with rust; and the rust upon them is a testimony against you, and shall eat into your flesh as fire. Ye have heaped up treasures in the last days.
4 Behold, the wages of the workmen who have mowed down your fields, which is kept back by you from them, crieth out: and the loud moans of the reapers are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5 Ye have gormandized upon the earth, and lived in every luxury: ye have pampered your hearts, as in a day of feasting on the victim slain.
6 Ye have falsely condemned, ye have murdered the just man; nor doth he resist you.