VIN(i)
1 Come on now, you rich people, cry and wail over the miseries that are coming upon you.
2 Your wealth has rotted and moths have eaten your clothing.
3 Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and consume your flesh like fire. You have hoarded treasure in the last days.
4 Look, the wages you withheld from the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.