114:3The sea saw it, and fled;
The Jordan was driven back.
114:4The mountains skipped like rams,
The little hills like lambs.
114:5What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleest?
Thou Jordan, that thou turnest back?
114:6Ye mountains, that ye skip like rams;
Ye little hills, like lambs?
The flint into a fountain of waters.