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Do now, ye rich men, weep ye, yelling in your wretchednesses that shall come to you.

Your riches be rotten, and your clothes be eaten of moths.

Your gold and silver hath rusted, and the rust of them shall be to you into witnessing, and shall eat your fleshes, as fire. Ye have treasured to you wrath in the last days.

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