Psalms 114

1I have loved, because the Lord will hear the voice of my prayer.

1When Israel came out of Egypt, the children of Jacob from a people whose language was strange to them;

1When Israel went out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language;

1In the going out of Israel from Egypt, The house of Jacob from a strange people,

2Because he hath inclined his ear unto me: and in my days I will call upon him.

2Judah became his holy place, and Israel his kingdom.

2Judah was his sanctuary, and Israel his dominion.

2Judah became His sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

3The sorrows of death have compassed me: and the perils of hell have found me. I met with trouble and sorrow:

3The sea saw it, and went in flight; Jordan was turned back.

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

3The sea hath seen, and fleeth, The Jordan turneth backward.

4And I called upon the name of the Lord. O Lord, deliver my soul.

4The mountains were jumping like goats, and the little hills like lambs.

4The mountains skipped like rams, and the little hills like lambs.

4The mountains have skipped as rams, Heights as sons of a flock.

5The Lord is merciful and just, and our God sheweth mercy.

5What was wrong with you, O sea, that you went in flight? O Jordan, that you were turned back?

5What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Jordan, that thou wast driven back?

5What--to thee, O sea, that thou fleest? O Jordan, thou turnest back!

6The Lord is the keeper of little ones: I was humbled, and he delivered me.

6You mountains, why were you jumping like goats, and you little hills like lambs?

6Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs?

6O mountains, ye skip as rams! O heights, as sons of a flock!

7Turn, O my soul, into thy rest: for the Lord hath been bountiful to thee.

7Be troubled, O earth, before the Lord, before the God of Jacob;

7Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob;

7From before the Lord be afraid, O earth, From before the God of Jacob,

8For he hath delivered my soul from death: my eyes from tears, my feet from falling.

8Who made the rock into a water-spring, and the hard stone into a fountain.

8Which turned the rock into a standing water, the flint into a fountain of waters.

8He is turning the rock to a pool of waters, The flint to a fountain of waters!

9I will please the Lord in the land of the living.

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