My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

He rebuked the Red Sea also, 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: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, In a dry and weary land, where no water is.

He turned the sea into dry land; They went through the river on foot: There did we rejoice 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 turneth a wilderness into a pool of water, And a dry land into watersprings.