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;
Ουτοι ειναι κηλιδες εις τας αγαπας σας, συμποσιαζοντες αφοβως, βοσκοντες εαυτους, νεφελαι ανυδροι υπο ανεμων περιφερομεναι, δενδρα φθινοπωρινα ακαρπα, δις αποθανοντα, εκριζωθεντα,