The LORD's voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, *Glory!*
LORD, I love the habitation of your house, the place where your glory dwells.
We have thought about your loving kindness, God, in the midst of your temple.
So I have seen you in the sanctuary, watching your power and your glory.
For wickedness burns like a fire. It devours the briers and thorns; yes, it kindles in the thickets of the forest, and they roll upward in a column of smoke.