My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;

I am weary from my crying; my throat is dried; my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

In the morning it sprouts and shoots up; in the evening it is cut down, and dries up.

My heart is stricken, and dried like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread.

And He rebuked the Red Sea, and it was dried up; so He led them through the depths, as through the wilderness.

Let them be like the grass on the housetops, which dries up before it grows up,