You opened up spring and stream. You dried up mighty rivers.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have 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 desert.

In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

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

He opened the rock, and waters gushed out. They ran as a river in the dry places.

He turns a desert into a pool of water, and a dry land into water springs.