Thomson(i)
1 Come, now, ye rich; weep, and raise a mournful cry for the miseries which are coming upon you.
2 Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth eaten.
3 Your gold and your silver are covered with rust; and the rust of them will be a witness against you, and corrode your flesh like fire. You have heaped up treasure in the last days.
4 Behold the wages of the labourers who have reaped your fields, which you have withholden, raise a cry; and the outcries of these reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5 You have lived luxuriously on the earth. You have indulged voluptuousness. You have pampered your hearts, as on a day of public feasting.
6 You have condemned you have murdered the just one. Is he not setting himself in array against you?
7 Wherefore be ye, brethren, patient till the coming of the Lord. Behold the husbandman expecteth the precious fruits of the earth, waiting for them with patience, until it hath received the former and the latter rain.