MSTC(i)
1 Go to now, ye rich men. Weep, and howl on your wretchedness that shall come upon you.
2 Your riches is corrupt, your garments are motheaten.
3 Your gold and your silver are cankered, and the rust of them shall be a witness unto you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together in your last days.
4 Behold, the hire of the laborers which have reaped down your fields — which hire is of you kept back by fraud — crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped, are entered into the ears of the Lord of Hosts.
5 Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth and in wantonness. Ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.
6 Ye have condemned and have killed the just, and he hath not resisted you.
7 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience there upon, until he receive the early and the latter rain.
8 Be ye also patient therefore, and settle your hearts, for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh.