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 trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
suffering wrong as the hire of wrong-doing; {\i men} that count it pleasure to revel in the day-time, spots and blemishes, revelling in their deceivings while they feast with you;
and saith unto him, Every man setteth on first the good wine; and when {\i men} have drunk freely, {\i then} that which is worse: thou hast kept the good wine until now.