Your riches is corrupt, your garments are motheaten.
Sell that ye have, and give alms. And make you bags, which wax not old, and treasure that faileth not in heaven, where no thief cometh, neither moth corrupteth.
If there come into your company a man with a golden ring, and in goodly apparel and there come in also a poor man in vile raiment,
to enjoy an inheritance immortal, and undefiled, and that putrifieth not, reserved in heaven for you