Whiston(i)
1 Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon [you].
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and the rust shall eat your flesh as fire: ye have heaped treasure together in the last days.
4 Behold the hire of the labourers, who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them who have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of hosts.
5 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, ye have been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts in days of slaughter.
6 Ye have condemned [and] killed the just; he doth not resist you.