Arid

Each will be like a shelter from the wind, a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in a dry land, like the shadow of a great rock in an arid land.

Her cities have become a desolation, a dry and arid land, a land where no one lives, where no son of man passes through.

When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it.

When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’