Misery awaits the wanton rich—Await the Lord’s coming with patience—The elders are to anoint and heal the sick.
1 Go to now, ye rich men, aweep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.
2 Your ariches are corrupted, and your garments are motheaten.
4 Behold, the ahire of the blabourers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabaoth.
5 Ye have lived ain pleasure on the earth, and been wanton; ye have nourished your hearts, as in a day of slaughter.
6 Ye have condemned and killed the just; and he doth not resist you.
7 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain.
9 aGrudge not one against another, brethren, lest ye be condemned: behold, the judge standeth before the door.
13 Is any among you aafflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let him sing psalms.
18 And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and the earth brought forth her fruit.
19 Brethren, if any of you do err from the truth, and one convert him;