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Come now, you rich, weep and howl for the miseries that are coming up on you. 

Your riches have rotted & your garments moth eaten. Your gold & silver have rusted & their rust is evidence against you and you will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid upon treasure for the last days.

Behold the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields which you kept back by fraud, cry out ; and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.

You have lived on the earth in luxury & pleasure; you have fattened your hearts in a day of slaughter.

You have condemned, you have killed the Righteous man.

– GOD