My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay pottery;
And my [dry] tongue clings to my jaws;
And You have laid me in the dust of death.

You broke open fountains and streams;
You dried up ever-flowing rivers.

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

O God, You are my God; with deepest longing I will seek You;
My soul [my life, my very self] thirsts for You, my flesh longs and sighs for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

He turned the sea into dry land;
They crossed through the river on foot;
There we rejoiced in Him.

The sea is His, for He made it [by His command];
And His hands formed the dry land.

He opened the rock and water flowed out;
It ran in the dry places like a river.

He turns a wilderness into a pool of water
And a dry land into springs of water;