Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.

Come now, you who are rich, weep and wail over the misery to come upon you.

Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.

Your riches have rotted and moths have eaten your clothes.

Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.

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.

Behold, the hire of the labourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.

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.

Ye have lived in pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.

You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened your hearts in the day of slaughter.

Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you.

You have condemned and murdered the righteous, who did not resist you.