4 The mountains skipped like rams: and the little hills like young
sheep.
5 What aileth thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest: and thou
Jordan, that thou wast driven back?
6 Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams: and ye little hills,
like young sheep?
7 Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord: at the presence
of the God of Jacob;
8 Who turned the hard rock into a standing water: and the flint-stone
into a springing well.
PSALM 115. _Non nobis, Domine_.
Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy Name give the
praise: for thy loving mercy and for thy truth's sake.