¹² These people are blemishes at your love feasts,^(A) eating with you without the slightest qualm—shepherds who feed only themselves.^(B) They are clouds without rain,^(C) blown along by the wind;^(D) autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted^(E)—twice dead.

¹³ They are wild waves of the sea,^(A) foaming up their shame;^(B) wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.^(C)