T hese are hidden reefs (elements of danger) in your love feasts, where they boldly feast sumptuously, without scruples providing for themselves. They are clouds without water, swept along by the winds; trees, without fruit at the late autumn gathering time—twice (doubly) dead, plucked up by the roots;
Costoro sono macchie nelle vostre agapi, mentre banchettano assieme a voi senza timore, pascendo se stessi; essi sono nuvole senz'acqua, sospinte qua e là dai venti, alberi d'autunno senza frutti, doppiamente morti, sradicati,
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