O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;

My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.

For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

For they will quickly be cut down like grass, and become dry like the green plants.

My soul is dry for need of God, the living God; when may I come and see the face of God?

The sea was turned into dry land: they went through the river on foot: there did we have joy in him.

Those who are without friends, God puts in families; he makes free those who are in chains; but those who are turned away from him are given a dry land.

You made valleys for fountains and springs; you made the ever-flowing rivers dry.

How frequently did they go against him in the waste land, and give him cause for grief in the dry places!

The sea is his, and he made it; and the dry land was formed by his hands.

His hand made the rock open, and the waters came streaming out; they went down through the dry places like a river.

By his word the Red Sea was made dry: and he took them through the deep waters as through the waste land.

They gave way to their evil desires in the waste land, and put God to the test in the dry places.

He makes rivers into waste places, and springs of water into a dry land;

He makes a waste land into a place of water, and a dry land into water-springs.