At the exodus of Yisrael from Egypt,
the house of Ya‘aqob from a people of obscure speech -
then was Yehudah as his holy place,
Yisrael his realm.
The Sea saw and fled,
The Yorden turned back on itself,
The Mountains skipped like rams,
Hills like children of the flock.
Why did you, Sea, then flee?
Yorden turn back on yourself?
Mountains skip like rams?
Hills like children of the flock?
From the face of Adon, writhe, O Earth!
from the face of Eloah of Ya‘aqob!
The transformer of rock, a pool of water,
Flint into his spring of water.