My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.

You broke open springs and torrents;
You dried up ever-flowing streams.

Thus He rebuked the Red Sea and it dried up,
And He led them through the deeps, as through the wilderness.

He turned the sea into dry land;
They passed through the river on foot;
There let us rejoice in Him!

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

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

The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.

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