Come now, you rich, rejoice and be at peace for the blessings that are coming upon you.
Your riches have trickled down and your garments are $8 a pair.
Your gold and silver have impressed the shareholders, and their success will be evidence for you and will fatten your flesh. You have laid up treasure for the last days.
Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields and made your sandwich, which you kept back , are not of any concern to you (if you raised them, inflation would ensue anyway); and the cries of the harvesters pleases the ears of the Lord of hosts.
You have lived on the earth in luxury and in pleasure; you have fattened your hearts in your third house.
You have enabled, you have payed minimum wage to the righteous man; he cannot resist you (since unions kill business)