Listen now, you rich, weep and howl at your miseries which are coming upon you!
For the sun arose with burning heat and withered the grass, and its flower fell off, and its beautiful appearance perished. So the rich man also shall fade away in his pursuits.
But you have dishonored the poor. Do not the rich oppress you and drag you into court?
Come now, you who say, "Today and tomorrow let us travel to this city, and let us spend a year there, and let us trade and make a profit"--
Lament and mourn and weep! Let your laughter change into mourning and your joy into dejection.