Thistles

Both thorns and thistles it will yield for you, and you will eat the plants of the field.

Thorns had grown up everywhere, thistles had covered the ground, and the stone wall was broken down.

And the Light of Israel will become a fire, and its Holy One a flame. In a single day it will burn and devour Assyria’s thorns and thistles.

Her towers will be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She will become a haunt for jackals, an abode for ostriches.

For even if they flee destruction, Egypt will gather them and Memphis will bury them. Their precious silver will be taken over by thistles, and thorns will overrun their tents.

The high places of Aven will be destroyed—it is the sin of Israel; thorns and thistles will overgrow their altars. Then they will say to the mountains, “Cover us!” and to the hills, “Fall on us!”

By their fruit you will recognize them. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?

But land that produces thorns and thistles is worthless, and its curse is imminent. In the end it will be burned.