Geneva(i)
1 Goe to nowe, ye rich men: weepe, and howle for your miseries that shall come vpon you.
2 Your riches are corrupt, and your garments are moth eaten.
3 Your gold and siluer is cankred, and the rust of them shalbe a witnesse against you, and shall eate your flesh, as it were fire. Ye haue heaped vp treasure for the last dayes.
4 Behold, the hire of ye labourers, which haue reaped your fieldes (which is of you kept backe by fraude) cryeth, and the cryes of them which haue reaped, are entred into the eares of the Lord of hostes.