Psalms 114

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

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

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

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

2Judah became his sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

2Judah became his sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

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

2Judah became His sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest? Thou Jordan, that thou turnest back?

5What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest? Thou Jordan, that thou turnest back?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

8Who turned the rock into a pool of water, The flint into a fountain of waters.

8Who turned the rock into a pool of water, The flint into a fountain of waters.

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

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

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

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