These are hidden reefs in your love feasts, feasting with you fearlessly, shepherding only themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted.
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;