Psalms 114

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.

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

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

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 holy place, and Israel his kingdom.

2Judah became His sanctuary, Israel his dominion.

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

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

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 were jumping like goats, and the little hills like lambs.

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?

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

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.

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

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,

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;

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.

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.

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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