Rotherham(i)
1 Come now! ye wealthy! Weep ye, howling, for your hardships which are coming upon you:
2 Your wealth, hath rotted, and, your garments, have become, moth–eaten,––
3 Your gold and silver, have rusted away, and, their rust, shall be, witness against you, and shall eat your flesh, as fire! Ye have laid up treasure in days of extremity:––
4 Lo, the wage of the workers who have out down your fields––that which hath been kept back, by you, is crying out; and, the outcries of them who reaped, into the ears of the Lord of hosts, have entered:
5 Ye have luxuriated upon the land, and run riot, ye have pampered your hearts in a day of slaughter;
6 Ye sentenced––ye murdered the Righteous one! Is he not arraying himself against you?
7 Be patient, therefore, brethren, until the Presence of the Lord:––Lo! the husbandman, awaiteth the precious fruit of the earth, having patience for it, until it receive the early and the latter rain: