The voice of Jehovah causes the does to calve; and He makes bare the forests. And in His temple every one is saying, Glory!
O Jehovah, I have loved the abode of Your house, and the place of the dwelling of Your glory.
O God, We have given thought on Your loving-kindness, in the midst of Your temple.
so as I have seen you in the sanctuary, seeing Your power and Your glory.
For wickedness burns like a fire; it shall devour the briers and thorns; and it kindles the thickets of the forest; and they shall roll upward, like the rising up of smoke.