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;
Moun sa yo, se gate yo vin gate manje n'ap fè pou frè yo. Yo san ront konsa. Yo vin manje, yo vin bwè kont kò yo san chonje moun; se pròp tèt yo ase yo konnen. Yo tankou nwaj van ap gaye nan syèl la san bay lapli. Yo tankou pyebwa ki pa janm donnen, menm nan sezon rekòt. Wi, yo tankou pyebwa yo derasinen epi ki fin mouri nèt.