The voice of Adonai makes the deer writhe in birth and strips forests bare, and in His Temple all are saying, “Glory!”
Adonai, I love the House where You live, the place where Your glory dwells.
As we have heard, so have we seen, in the city of Adonai-Tzva’ot, in the city of our God. God will establish her forever. Selah
O God, You are my God, earnestly I seek You. My soul thirsts for You. My flesh longs for You in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.
By the wrath of Adonai-Tzva’ot is the land burnt up; The people are as fuel for the fire. No one spares his brother.