Money — it’s love of money that is fatal;
for money’s sake men die before their time;
money is cruel; it nourishes men’s vices;
it is the source of woe, the seed of crime.

[Ergo sollicitae tu causa, pecunia, vitae!
per te immaturum mortis adimus iter;
tu vitiis hominum crudelia pabula praebes;
semina curarum de capite orta tuo.]

Propertius (50–16 BC) Roman elegiac poet [Sextus Propertius]

Elegies, Book 3, Elegy 7, l. 1ff (3.7.1–4) [tr. Carrier (1963)]
    (Source)

Because of the corruption of the manuscripts of Propertius and speculating from internal references, some 19th Century scholars (e.g., Lachmann) argued for a different division of the elegies into books, thus the translations noted which instead label this as Book 4, Elegy 7.

(Source (Latin)). Other translations:

Ah, Money, cause of all life's care and crime,
Through thee we walk death's path before our time;
Stern pander to the vices of mankind,
All tales of woe in thee commencement find.
[tr. Moore (1870), 4.7]

Money! -- alas! from thee what troubles spring!
Through thee before our time deaths path we tread;
To human vices felly pandering,
Of cares the fosterer and fountain-head!
[tr. Cranstoun (1875), 4.7]

Thou, money, art then the cause of an anxious life to us: it is owing to thee that we tread the path to death before our time. Thou affordest cruel food to the faults of men: from thee spring the seeds of care.
[tr. Gantillon (1884), 4.7]

Then so it is: thou, Money, art the cause why our life is made unpeaceable; by thee we approach the road of death before our season; thou dost furnish a cruel provender for human weakness; and thyself are the author whence the seeds of sorrow arise.
[tr. Phillimore (1906)]

Thou, therefore, money, art the cause that life is full of care! 'tis for thee we go down to death ere our time; 'tis thou that givest men's vices cruel nourishment, thou art the fount whence spring the seeds of woe.
[tr. Butler (Loeb) (1912)]

Through you, then, money, our lives are full of trouble;
For you we take untimely the road to death.
It is you that cruelly nourish the vices of men;
From you come all the seeds of care.
[tr. Musker (1972)]

So you then, Money, are the cause of our anguished lives! Through you we travel an untimely road to death; you furnish cruel nourishment for men’s faults; from your head have sprung the seeds of woe.
[tr. Goold (Loeb) (1990)]

It's true then, Money -- you cause a life of trouble.
For you we take the early road to death.
You supply human vices with cruel nourishment.
From your stock spring the seeds of discontent.
[tr. Lee (1992)]

So money you’re the cause of a troubled life! It’s because of you we go death’s path too soon: you offer human vices cruel nurture: from your source the seeds of sorrow spring.
[tr. Kline (2001)]

How much can money vex us with a troubled life,
and urge us on to early death.
What cruel nourishment you furnish for men’s faults,
and from your head spring many cares.
[tr. Holcombe (2009)]

You, O money, are the cause of a restless life!
Because of you we journey toward a premature death;
you provide cruel nourishment for the evils of men;
the seed of our cares sprouts from your head.
[E.g.]