In the going out of Israel from Egypt, The house of Jacob from a strange people,
Judah became His sanctuary, Israel his dominion.
The sea hath seen, and fleeth, The Jordan turneth backward.
The mountains have skipped as rams, Heights as sons of a flock.
What — to thee, O sea, that thou fleest? O Jordan, thou turnest back!
O mountains, ye skip as rams! O heights, as sons of a flock!
From before the Lord be afraid, O earth, From before the God of Jacob,
He is turning the rock to a pool of waters, The flint to a fountain of waters!
