Psalms 114 · תהילים

When Yisra᾽el went out of Miżrayim, the house of Ya῾aqov from a people of strange language;

Yehuda became his sanctuary, and Yisra᾽el his dominion.

The sea saw it, and fled: the Yarden was driven back.

The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like young sheep.

What ails thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest? thou Yarden, that thou art driven back?

You mountains, that you skip like rams; and you little hills, like lambs?

Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Ya῾aqov;

who turned the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a fountain of waters.