The voice of the LORD maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: And in his temple doth every one speak of his glory.
We have thought of thy lovingkindness, O God, In the midst of thy temple.
LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, And the place where thine honour dwelleth.
For wickedness burneth as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke.
To see thy power and thy glory, So as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.