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;
Сі́и сѹ́ть въ любва́хъ ва́шихъ скверни́тєли, съ ва́ми ѩ҆дѹ́ще, без̾ боѧ́зни себѐ пасѹ́ще: ѡ҆́блацы безво́дни, ѿ вѣ҄тръ преноси́ми: древеса̀ є҆сє́нна, безплѡ́дна, два́жды ѹ҆мє́рша, и҆скоренє́на: