12 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;

12 These are spots in your love-feasts, feasting together {with you} without fear, pasturing themselves; clouds without water, carried along by {the} winds; autumnal trees, without fruit, twice dead, rooted up;