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;

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12 These people are blemishes at your love feasts,(A) eating with you without the slightest qualm—shepherds who feed only themselves.(B) They are clouds without rain,(C) blown along by the wind;(D) autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted(E)—twice dead.

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