Worrell(i)
1 Come now, ye rich, weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon you!
2 Your wealth has become corrupted, and your garments have become moth-eaten.
3 Your gold and silver are covered with rust, and their rust will be for a witness against you, and will eat your flesh, as fire. Ye laid up treasures in the last days!
4 Behold, the hire of the workmen who mowed down your fields, which is fraudulently kept back by you, is crying out; and the cries of those who reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.
5 Ye lived luxuriously on the earth, and rioted in pleasure; ye nourished your hearts in a day of slaughter.