Thomson(i)
1 Come, now, ye rich; weep, and raise a mournful cry for the miseries which are coming upon you.
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth eaten.
3 Your gold and your silver are covered with rust; and the rust of them will be a witness against you, and corrode your flesh like fire. You have heaped up treasure in the last days.
4 Behold the wages of the labourers who have reaped your fields, which you have withholden, raise a cry; and the outcries of these reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5 You have lived luxuriously on the earth. You have indulged voluptuousness. You have pampered your hearts, as on a day of public feasting.
6 You have condemned you have murdered the just one. Is he not setting himself in array against you?