Others fell among thorns. The thorns grew up and choked them.

And some fell among thorns and the thorns sprung up, and choked them

Other fell amid the thorns, and the thorns grew with it, and choked it.

And some fell among thorns and the thorns sprang up with it, and choked it.

Others fell among the thorns, and the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit.

And some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit.

Sami's sadness deepened into a depression.

For indeed he was sick, nearly to death, but God had mercy on him and not on him only, but on me also, that I might not have sorrow on sorrow.

For indeed he was sick nigh unto death but God had mercy on him and not on him only, but on me also, lest I should have sorrow upon sorrow.

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Even in laughter the heart may be sorrowful, and mirth may end in heaviness.

But when he heard these things, he became very sad, for he was very rich.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful and the end of that mirth is heaviness.

And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful for he was very rich.

We bid a sad farewell to the most cheerful country in the world.

The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father but a foolish son brings grief to his mother.

The earth mourns and fades away. The world languishes and fades away. The lofty people of the earth languish.

For this our heart is faint For these things our eyes are dim

The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son maketh a glad father but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.

The earth mourneth and fadeth away, the world languisheth and fadeth away, the haughty people of the earth do languish.

For this our heart is faint for these things our eyes are dim.

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of Yahweh I cut them off.

They compassed me about like bees they are quenched as the fire of thorns for in the name of the LORD I will destroy them.

All his days he also eats in darkness, he is frustrated, and has sickness and wrath.

All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.

whose harvest the hungry eats up, and take it even out of the thorns. The snare gapes for their substance.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

Others are those who are sown among the thorns. These are those who have heard the word,

Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, and taketh it even out of the thorns, and the robber swalloweth up their substance.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool this also is vanity.

And these are they which are sown among thorns such as hear the word,

I was still in deep grief I knew I didn't have the strength.

The sole exception is uncomplicated grief related depression.

But I determined this for myself, that I would not come to you again in sorrow.

But I determined this with myself, that I would not come again to you in heaviness.

For entangled like thorns, and drunken as with their drink, they are consumed utterly like dry stubble.

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

For while they be folden together as thorns, and while they are drunken as drunkards, they shall be devoured as stubble fully dry.

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

There is no outrage or protests in Brazil just sadness and nostalgia.

For wickedness burns like a fire. It devours the briers and thorns yes, it kindles in the thickets of the forest, and they roll upward in a column of smoke.

Wrath is not in me, but if I should find briers and thorns, I would do battle! I would march on them and I would burn them together.

For wickedness burneth as the fire it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke.

Fury is not in me who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would go through them, I would burn them together.