But the unclean spirit, when he is gone out of the man, passeth through waterless places, seeking rest, and findeth it not.

The unclean spirit when he is gone out of the man, passeth through waterless places, seeking rest, and finding none, he saith, I will turn back unto my house whence I came out.

These [people] are waterless springs and mists driven by a hurricane, for whom the gloom of darkness has been reserved.

These are the ones feasting together without reverence, hidden reefs at your love feasts, caring for themselves, waterless clouds carried away by winds, late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted,