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The mountains skipped like rams, and the little hills like lambs (114:4) What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Jordan, that thou wast driven back (114:5) Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs (114:6) Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob (114:7) Which turned the rock into a standing water, the flint into a fountain of waters
(114:8)
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