رِسَالَةُ يَهُوذَا 1:12

هَؤُلَاءِ صُخُورٌ فِي وَلَائِمِكُمُ ٱلْمَحَبِّيَّةِ، صَانِعِينَ وَلَائِمَ مَعًا بِلَا خَوْفٍ، رَاعِينَ أَنْفُسَهُمْ. غُيُومٌ بِلَا مَاءٍ تَحْمِلُهَا ٱلرِّيَاحُ. أَشْجَارٌ خَرِيفِيَّةٌ بِلَا ثَمَرٍ مَيِّتَةٌ مُضَاعَفًا، مُقْتَلَعَةٌ.

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;