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James 5:1 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

1 Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming on you.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 COME NOW, you rich [people], weep aloud and lament over the miseries (the woes) that are surely coming upon you.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Come now, ye rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming upon you.

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Common English Bible

1 Pay attention, you wealthy people! Weep and moan over the miseries coming upon you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Act now, you who are wealthy! Weep and wail in your miseries, which will soon come upon you!

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James 5:1
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from men by your hand, LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.


He who trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous shall flourish as the green leaf.


Riches don't profit in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers from death.


Wail; for the day of the LORD is at hand! It will come as destruction from the Almighty.


In their streets, they dress themselves in sackcloth. In their streets and on their housetops, everyone wails, weeping abundantly.


For this gird you with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of the LORD hasn't turned back from us.


Thus says the LORD, Don't let the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, don't let the rich man glory in his riches;


and say, What was your mother? A lioness: she couched among lions, in the midst of the young lions she nourished her cubs.


Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus says the Lord GOD: Wail, Alas for the day!


Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers; for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.


Put on sackcloth and mourn, you Kohanim! Wail, you ministers of the altar. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from your God's house.


Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.


Her rich men are full of violence, her inhabitants speak lies, and their tongue is deceitful in their speech.


Neither their silver nor their gold will be able to deliver them in the day of the LORD's wrath, but the whole land will be devoured by the fire of his jealousy; for he will make an end, yes, a terrible end, of all those who dwell in the land.


But Yeshurun grew fat, and kicked. You have grown fat. You have grown thick. You have become sleek. Then he forsook God who made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.


For the sun arises with the scorching wind, and withers the grass, and the flower in it falls, and the beauty of its appearance perishes. So also will the rich man fade away in his pursuits.


But you have dishonored the poor man. Don't the rich oppress you, and personally drag you before the courts?


Come now, you who say, *Today or tomorrow let's go into this city, and spend a year there, trade, and make a profit.*


Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.


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