Lamsa(i)
1 O YOU rich men, weep and howl for the miseries which shall come upon you!
2 Your riches are destroyed and rotted, and your garments are moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and silver are tarnished, and the rust of them will be a testimony against you, and shall eat your flesh. The treasures which you have heaped together will be as fire to you for the last days.
4 Behold, the wage of the labourers, who have reaped down your fields, that which you have fraudulently kept back, cries: and the cry of the reapers has already entered into the ears of the LORD of sabaoth.
5 For you have had your luxuries on earth and have been greedy; you have fed your bodies as for the day of slaughter.
6 You have condemned and murdered the righteous; and yet he does not resist you.
7 But you, my brethren, be patient, until the coming of the LORD, just as the husbandman waits for the precious crops of his field, and has long patience for it, until he receives the early and the latter rain.