The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth, and strips the forests bare; and in His temple everyone says, “Glory!”
Lord, I have loved the habitation of Your house, and the place where Your glory dwells.
We have thought on Your lovingkindness, O God, in the midst of Your temple.
So I have looked upon You in the sanctuary, beholding Your power and Your glory.
For wickedness burns as a fire; it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall ignite in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like rising smoke.