JuliaSmith(i)
1 Come on now, ye rich, weep, uttering loud cries of grief for the misfortunes coming upon you.
2 Your riches have become corrupted, and your garments have been moth eaten;
3 Your gold and silver is become rusty; and their rust shall be for a witness to you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye have gathered up treasures in the last days.
4 Behold, the hire of laborers having reaped your farms, withheld by you, cries out, and the cries of the reapers have entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.
5 Ye have led a luxurious life upon the earth, and have rioted in luxury; ye have nourished your hearts, as in the day of slaughter.
6 Ye have condemned, ye have killed the just one; and he resists you not.
7 Therefore be longsuffering, brethren, even to the arrival of the Lord. Behold, the farmer awaits the precious fruit of the earth, being longsuffering for it, even till he should receive the early and late rain.