The voice of Yahweh maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: and in his temple doth every one speak of his honor.
Yahweh, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.
We have thought of thy lovingkindness, O Elohim, in the midst of thy temple.
To see thy power and thy honour, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
For wickedness burneth as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke.