The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth, and makes the forests bare: and in his temple every one speaks of his glory.
LORD, I have loved the habitation of your house, and the place where your honor dwells.
We have thought about your loving kindness, O God, in the midst of your temple.
To see your power and your glory, as I have seen you in the sanctuary.
For wickedness burns as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall ascend like the rising up of smoke.