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When Yisra'el went out of Mitsrayim, The house of Ya'aqob from a people of strange language,
Yehudah became His set-apart place, And Yisra'el His rule.
The sea saw it and fled; The Yarden turned back.
The mountains skipped like rams, The little hills like lambs.
Why was it, O sea, that you fled? O Yarden, that you turned back?
O mountains, that you skipped like rams? O little hills, like lambs?
Tremble, O earth, from the face of the Master, From the face of the Eloah of Ya'aqob,
Who turned the rock into a pool of water, The flint into a fountain of water.