Moffatt(i)
1 Come now, you rich men, weep and shriek over your impending miseries!
2 your wealth lies rotting, and your clothes are moth-eaten;
3 your gold and silver lie rusted over, and their rust will be evidence against you, it will devour your flesh like fire. [Moved to the end of 5:1] You have been storing up treasure in the very last days;
4 See, the wages of which you have defrauded the workmen who mowed your fields call out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.
5 You have revelled on earth and plunged into dissipation; you have fattened yourselves as for the Day of slaughter;
6 you have condemned, you have murdered the righteous — unresisting.