T hese are spots in your love-feasts, feasting together without fear, pasturing themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumnal trees, without fruit, twice dead, rooted up;
These are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots;
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