ἄνυδρος

These are wells without water, clouds that are carried with a tempest; to whom the mist of darkness is reserved for ever.

These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out.

When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.