The Lord’s voice shakes the oaks and strips the leaves off the trees. In his Temple everyone says, “Glory to God!”
God, we come into your Temple to think about your love.
Lord, I love the Temple where you live, where your glory is.
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.
I have seen you in the Temple and have seen your strength and glory.