and I have made a bridge, and dried up the waters, and every pool of water.

I have refreshed [myself], and have drunk strange waters, and I have dried up with the sole of my foot all the rivers of the fortified places.

He sends messengers by the sea, and paper letters on the water; for swift messengers shall go to a lofty nation, and to a strange and harsh people. Who is beyond it? A nation not looked for, and trodden down.

And when they could no longer hide him, his mother took for him an ark, and besmeared it with bitumen, and cast the child into it, and put it in the reeds by the river.

Does the rush flourish without water, or shall the flag grow up without moisture?