The voice of the LORD twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in His temple all cry, “Glory!”
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth is transformed and the mountains are toppled into the depths of the seas,
O LORD, I love the house where You dwell, the place where Your glory resides.
“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?
Within Your temple, O God, we contemplate Your loving devotion.
“Son of man, set your face toward the south, preach against it, and prophesy against the forest of the Negev.
Hallelujah! Praise the name of the LORD. Give praise, O servants of the LORD,
A song of ascents. Come, bless the LORD, all you servants of the LORD who serve by night in the house of the LORD!
The splendor of its forests and orchards, both soul and body, it will completely destroy, as a sickness consumes a man.
For wickedness burns like a fire that consumes the thorns and briers and kindles the forest thickets, which roll upward
So I have seen You in the sanctuary and beheld Your power and glory.