These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
Сии суть в любвах ваших сквернители, с вами ядуще, без боязни себе пасуще: облацы безводни, от ветр преносими: древеса есенна, безплодна, дважды умерша, искоренена.