Psalm 114

When Isr’el out of Egypt came,

From people of a foreign tongue,

Then Judah was God’s holy place;

In Israèl was set his throne.

The sea beheld and swiftly fled;

The Jordan river turned away.

The lofty mountains skipped like rams,

The hills like little lambs at play.

O sea, why was it that you fled?

Why, Jordan, did you turn away?

Why, mountains did you skip like rams,

You hills, like little lambs at play?

Tremble, O earth, before the Lord,

Before the face of Jacob’s God,

Who turned the rock into a pool;

From solid rock the waters flowed.