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12 These are spots who of your kindness feast together, without fear feeding themselves. Clouds they are without water, carried about by winds, and trees without fruit at gathering time, twice dead and plucked up by the roots. 13 They are the raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame. They are wandering stars, to whom is reserved the mist of darkness forever.

14 Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied before of such persons, saying, Behold, the Lord will come with thousands of saints,

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