Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.

And ye look upon him that weareth the fine apparel, and say to him, Sit thou here in a good place, and say to the poor man,

Stand thou there, or, Sit thou here under my footstool, Ye distinguish not in yourselves, but are become evil-reasoning judges.

Behold the hire of your labourers who have reaped your fields, which is kept back by you, crieth: and the cries of them who have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of sabbaoth.

And he prayed again, and the heaven gave rain, and so the land gave forth her fruit.