The Lord’s voice shakes the oaks and strips the leaves off the trees. In his Temple everyone says, “Glory to God!”
Lord, I love the Temple where you live, where your glory is.
God, we come into your Temple to think about your love.
I have seen you in the Temple and have seen your strength and glory.
Evil is like a small fire. First, it burns weeds and thorns. Next, it burns the larger bushes in the forest, and they all go up in a column of smoke.