The voiceof the LORDmakes the deerto calveAnd stripsthe forestsbare;And in His templeeverythingsays,"Glory!"
O LORD,I lovethe habitationof Your houseAnd the placewhereYour glorydwells.
We have thoughton Your lovingkindness,O God,In the midstof Your temple.
ThusI have seenYou in the sanctuary,To seeYour powerand Your glory.
For wickednessburnslike a fire;It consumesbriarsand thorns;It even setsthe thicketsof the forestaflameAnd they rollupwardin a columnof smoke.
