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;
Oni su ljage na vašim agapama, bezobzirno se s vama gosteći i napasajući se; oblaci bezvodni što ih vjetrovi raznose, stabla besplodna u kasnoj jeseni, dvaput usahla, iskorijenjena,