When Israel went forth out of Egypt, the house of Jacoba from a people of foreign language;
Judah became her sanctuary, Israel her dominion.
The sea saw it, and fled. The Jordan was driven back.
The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.
What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Jordan, that you turned back?
You mountains, that you skipped like rams; you little hills, like lambs?
Tremble, you earth, at the presence of the Domina, at the presence of the God of Jacoba,
who turned the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a spring of waters.