5:1 Now an answer for the rich. Start crying, weep for the miseries that are coming to you.
5:2 Your wealth is all rotting, your clothes are all eaten up by moths.
5:3 All your gold and your silver are corroding away, and the same corrosion will be your own sentence, and eat into your body. It was a burning fire that you stored up as your treasure for the last days.
5:4 Labourers mowed your fields, and you cheated them – listen to the wages that you kept back, calling out; realise that the cries of the reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.
5:5 On earth you have had a life of comfort and luxury; in the time of slaughter you went on eating to your heart’s content.
5:6 It was you who condemned the innocent and killed them; they offered you no resistance.
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