The waves roar, O Lord, the waves roar, the waves roar and crash.

He has searched the sources of the rivers and what was hidden he has brought into the light.

Let the rivers clap their hands! Let the mountains sing in unison

He turned streams into a desert, springs of water into arid land,

For he set its foundation upon the seas, and established it upon the ocean currents.

You broke open the spring and the stream; you dried up perpetually flowing rivers.

By the rivers of Babylon we sit down and weep when we remember Zion.

The canals will stink; the streams of Egypt will trickle and then dry up; the bulrushes and reeds will decay,

I will make the trees on the mountains and hills wither up; I will dry up all their vegetation. I will turn streams into islands, and dry up pools of water.

Pick up millstones and grind flour! Remove your veil, strip off your skirt, expose your legs, cross the streams!

Your bow is ready for action; you commission your arrows. Selah. You cause flash floods on the earth’s surface.

The rivers of Damascus, the Abana and Pharpar, are better than any of the waters of Israel! Could I not wash in them and be healed?” So he turned around and went away angry.

I will make streams flow down the slopes and produce springs in the middle of the valleys. I will turn the desert into a pool of water and the arid land into springs.

“Look, I am about to do something new. Now it begins to happen! Do you not recognize it? Yes, I will make a road in the desert and paths in the wilderness.

The wild animals of the desert honor me, the jackals and ostriches, because I put water in the desert and streams in the wilderness, to quench the thirst of my chosen people,

Why does no one challenge me when I come? Why does no one respond when I call? Is my hand too weak to deliver you? Do I lack the power to rescue you? Look, with a mere shout I can dry up the sea; I can turn streams into a desert, so the fish rot away and die from lack of water.