Goddamned thistles everywhere.

Did you see the fence fell down in those thistles?

It will yield thorns and thistles to you and you will eat the herb of the field.

By their fruits you will know them. Do you gather grapes from thorns, or figs from thistles?

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.

Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?

Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee and thou shalt eat the herb of the field

but if it bears thorns and thistles, it is rejected and near being cursed, whose end is to be burned.

Thorns will come up in its palaces, nettles and thistles in its fortresses and it will be a habitation of jackals, a court for ostriches.