and when the sun arose it was scorched, and because it had no root it was dried up.

But when the impure spirit has gone out of a man, it goes through dry places seeking a rest, and finds none.

Woe to you scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you compass the sea and the dry land to make one proselyte; and when he is gained you make him twice as much a child of hell as yourselves.