These men are waterless springs and mists driven by a storm, for whom the utter depths of darkness have been reserved.

“When an unclean spirit goes out of a person, it passes through waterless places looking for rest but does not find it.

“When an unclean spirit goes out of a person, it passes through waterless places looking for rest but not finding any. Then it says, ‘I will return to the home I left.’

These men are dangerous reefs at your love feasts, feasting without reverence, feeding only themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit – twice dead, uprooted;