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Psalm 114:4 - English Standard Version 2016

4 The mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The mountains skipped like rams, And the little hills like lambs.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The mountains skipped like rams, The little hills like lambs.

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Common English Bible

4 The mountains leaped away like rams; the hills leaped away like lambs!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And so, I called upon the name of the Lord. O Lord, free my soul.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 and I called upon the name of the Lord. O Lord, deliver my soul.

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Psalm 114:4
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Then the earth reeled and rocked; the foundations also of the mountains trembled and quaked, because he was angry.


He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young wild ox.


Surely a man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!


Why do you look with hatred, O many-peaked mountain, at the mount that God desired for his abode, yes, where the Lord will dwell forever?


Now Mount Sinai was wrapped in smoke because the Lord had descended on it in fire. The smoke of it went up like the smoke of a kiln, and the whole mountain trembled greatly.


Now when all the people saw the thunder and the flashes of lightning and the sound of the trumpet and the mountain smoking, the people were afraid and trembled, and they stood far off


The mountains quake before him; the hills melt; the earth heaves before him, the world and all who dwell in it.


He stood and measured the earth; he looked and shook the nations; then the eternal mountains were scattered; the everlasting hills sank low. His were the everlasting ways.


Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord? Was your anger against the rivers, or your indignation against the sea, when you rode on your horses, on your chariot of salvation?


Then I saw a great white throne and him who was seated on it. From his presence earth and sky fled away, and no place was found for them.


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