The voice of the Lord splits the oaks and strips ⌞the trees of⌟ the forests bare. Everyone in his temple is saying, “Glory!”
O Lord, I love the house where you live, the place where your glory dwells.
Inside your temple we carefully reflect on your mercy, O God.
So I look for you in the holy place to see your power and your glory.
Surely wickedness burns like fire. It burns up briars and thorns. It sets the underbrush in the forest on fire, and it whirls upward in clouds of smoke.