Psalm 114

WHen Isr'el, brought from Egipt was
And, Iacob from a forraigne tongue;
In Iudah was his holy place,
To him, did Isre'ls rule belong.
The Sea saw that, & fledd away,
Ev'n Iordan also, backward slipt.
The mountaines then, like Rams did play;
Like Lambes, the lesser hillocks tript.

Thou sea, what made thee so to fly?
Why didst thou, Iordan, backward goe?
Why daunc't like Rams the mountaines hye?
Yee hills, like Lambs, why tript yee so?
Shake earth, at presence of the Lord,
When Iacob's God is present, shake;
For, he, from Rocks, a standing Ford,
And, fountaines, in the flints doth make.