You broke open the spring and the stream; you dried up perpetually flowing rivers.

He shouted at the Red Sea and it dried up; he led them through the deep water as if it were a desert.

For I am like a wineskin dried up in smoke. I do not forget your statutes.

in the morning it glistens and sprouts up; at evening time it withers and dries up.

For they will quickly dry up like grass, and wither away like plants.

He opened up a rock and water flowed out; a river ran through dry regions.

The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.

A psalm of David, written when he was in the Judean wilderness. O God, you are my God! I long for you! My soul thirsts for you, my flesh yearns for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. Let us rejoice in him there!

The sea is his, for he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

As for his people, he turned a desert into a pool of water, and a dry land into springs of water.