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.
LORD, I have loved the habitation of your house, and the place where your honor dwells.
We have thought of your lovingkindness, O God, in the midst of your temple.
To see your power and your glory, so as I have seen you in the sanctuary.
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.