When Yisra'el went forth out of Mitzrayim, The house of Ya`akov from a people of foreign language;
Yehudah became his sanctuary, Yisra'el his dominion.
The sea saw it, and fled. The Yarden was driven back.
The mountains skipped like rams, The little hills like lambs.
What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Yarden, that you turned back?
You mountains, that you skipped like rams; You little hills, like lambs?
Tremble, you eretz, at the presence of the Lord, At the presence of the God of Ya`akov,
Who turned the rock into a pool of water, The flint into a spring of waters.