12 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;
*These are flaws in your acts of kindness celebrations, when they join you, eating without worry: they're like dry clouds without water, moved by winds; they're also barren trees with no fruit, useless twice, uprooted from the ground.
