¹² These are spots in your love feasts, while they feast with you without fear, serving only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried about [1] by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots;

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

¹² These are hidden reefs[2] at your love feasts, as they feast with you without fear, shepherds feeding themselves; waterless clouds, swept along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted;