My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.

You did break open the fountain and the flood: you dried up mighty rivers.

He rebuked the Red sea also, and it was dried up: so he led them through the depths, as through the wilderness.

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

[A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.] O God, you are my God; early will I seek you: my soul thirsts for you, my flesh longs for you in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

He turned the sea into dry land: they went through the flood on foot: there did we rejoice in him.

God sets the solitary in families: he brings out those who are bound with chains: but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.

The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

He opened the rock, and the waters gushed out; they ran in the dry places like a river.

He turns rivers into a wilderness, and the water springs into dry ground;

He turns the wilderness into a pool of water, and dry ground into water springs.