12 Costoro son delle macchie nelle vostre agapi quando banchettano con voi senza ritegno, pascendo se stessi; nuvole senz’acqua, portate qua e là dai venti; alberi d’autunno senza frutti, due volte morti, sradicati;
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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.