Alex | ουτοι εισιν οι εν ταις αγαπαις υμων σπιλαδες συνευωχουμενοι αφοβως εαυτους ποιμαινοντες νεφελαι ανυδροι υπο ανεμων παραφερομεναι δενδρα φθινοπωρινα ακαρπα δις αποθανοντα εκριζωθεντα
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ASV | These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
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BE | These men are unseen rocks at your love-feasts, when they take part in them with you, keepers of sheep who without fear take the food of the sheep; clouds without water rushing before the wind, wasted trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots,
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Byz | ουτοι εισιν εν ταις αγαπαις υμων σπιλαδες συνευωχουμενοι αφοβως εαυτους ποιμαινοντες νεφελαι ανυδροι υπο ανεμων παραφερομεναι δενδρα φθινοπωρινα ακαρπα δις αποθανοντα εκριζωθεντα
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Darby | These are spots in your love-feasts, feasting together [with you] without fear, pasturing themselves; clouds without water, carried along by [the] winds; autumnal trees, without fruit, twice dead, rooted up;
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ELB05 | Diese sind Flecken bei euren Liebesmahlen, indem sie ohne Furcht Festessen mit euch halten und sich selbst weiden; Wolken ohne Wasser, von Winden hingetrieben; spätherbstliche Bäume, fruchtleer, zweimal erstorben, entwurzelt;
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LSG | Ce sont des écueils dans vos agapes, faisant impudemment bonne chère, se repaissant eux-mêmes. Ce sont des nuées sans eau, poussées par les vents; des arbres d'automne sans fruits, deux fois morts, déracinés;
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Pesh | ܗܠܝܢ ܐܝܬܝܗܘܢ ܐܝܠܝܢ ܕܒܢܝܚܬܗܘܢ ܟܕ ܡܟܬܡܝܢ ܡܬܦܪܦܥܝܢ ܟܕ ܕܠܐ ܕܚܠܬܐ ܢܦܫܗܘܢ ܪܥܝܢ ܥܢܢܐ ܕܠܐ ܡܛܪܐ ܕܡܢ ܪܘܚܐ ܦܗܝܢ ܐܝܠܢܐ ܕܐܘܦܝ ܐܒܗܘܢ ܕܐܝܬܝܗܘܢ ܕܠܐ ܦܐܪܐ ܕܡܝܬܘ ܬܢܝܢܘܬ ܘܤܠܩܘ ܡܢ ܥܩܪܝܗܘܢ ܀
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Sch | Das sind die, welche bei euren Liebesmahlen in anstößiger Weise miteinander schmausen, indem sie ohne Scheu sich selbst weiden, Wolken ohne Wasser, von Winden umhergetrieben, unfruchtbare Bäume im Spätherbst, zweimal erstorben und entwurzelt,
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Web | These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about by winds; withered autumnal trees, without fruit, twice dead, plucked out by the roots;
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Weym | These men--sunken rocks! --are those who share the pleasure of your love-feasts, unrestrained by fear while caring only for themselves; clouds without water, driven away by the winds; trees that cast their fruit, barren, doubly dead, uprooted;
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