The voice of the LORD makes the hinds to calve, and strips bare the forests: and in his temple does every one speak of his glory.
We have thought of your lovingkindness, O God, in the midst of your temple.
LORD, I have loved the habitation of your house, and the place where your honor dwells.
For wickedness burns as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the rising of smoke.
To see your power and your glory, so as I have seen you in the sanctuary.