The voice of Jehovah paineth the oaks, And maketh bare the forests, And in His temple every one saith, `Glory.'
Jehovah, I have loved the habitation of Thy house, And the place of the tabernacle of Thine honour.
We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.
For burned as a fire hath wickedness, Brier and thorn it devoureth, And it kindleth in thickets of the forest, And they lift themselves up, an exaltation of smoke!