Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.

So he rebuked the Red Sea, and it dried up, And he led them through deeps, as pasture-land;

Thou, didst cleave open fountain and torrent, Thou, didst dry up rivers of steady flow:

Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.