My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue clings to my jaws, and thou have brought me into the dust of death.

Thou split fountain and flood. Thou dried up mighty rivers.

He also rebuked the Red Sea, and it was dried up. So he led them through the depths as through a wilderness.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dried. My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

O God, thou are my God. I will earnestly seek thee. My soul thirsts for thee, my flesh longs for thee, in a dry and weary land, where is no water.

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There we rejoiced in him.

The sea is his, and he made it. And his hands formed the dry land.

He opened the rock, and waters gushed out. They ran in the dry places [like] a river.

He turns a wilderness into a pool of water, and a dry land into water springs.