Etheridge(i)
1 O rich men, howl and weep for the miseries which are coming upon you.
2 Your riches are corrupt and stink, and your vestments are eaten of the moth,
3 and your gold and your silver rusteth, and the rust of them is for a witness against you, and is to eat your flesh. You have gathered fire for you for the last days!
4 Lo, the hire of the labourers who have reaped your lands, which you have refused, clamoureth, and the cry of the harvests to the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth hath ascended.
5 For you have lived daintily on the earth, and have been wanton, and have nourished your bodies, as for the day of slaughter.