Psalm 114 — Psalms 114:3–8

    The sea saw it, and fled;
The Jordan was driven back.
PS 114:3


    The mountains skipped like rams,
The little hills like lambs.
What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest?
Thou Jordan, that thou turnest back?
Ye mountains, that ye skip like rams;
Ye little hills, like lambs?
PS 114:4–6


    Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord,
At the presence of the God of Jacob,
Who turned the rock into a pool of water,
The flint into a fountain of waters.
PS 114:7–8
— 314 —Psalms 114:3–8ASV