The voice of the Lord makes the deer dance and strips the forests bare. All in his Temple say, “Glory!”
Lord, I love the refuge of your house, the site of the dwelling-place of your glory.
What we had heard we have now seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, In the city of our God, which God establishes forever. Selah
O God, you are my God— it is you I seek! For you my body yearns; for you my soul thirsts, In a land parched, lifeless, and without water.
At the wrath of the Lord of hosts the land quakes, and the people are like fuel for fire; no one spares his brother.