My strength is dried up like baked clay;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You put me into the dust of death.

You opened up springs and streams;
You dried up ever-flowing rivers.

in the morning it sprouts and grows;
by evening it withers and dries up.

He rebuked the Red Sea, and it dried up;
He led them through the depths as through a desert.

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke,
I do not forget Your statutes.