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. ¹³ They are wild waves of the sea,^(F) foaming up their shame;^(G) wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.^(H)

¹⁷ These people are springs without water^(A) and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them.^(B)