⁹ The voice of the Lord twists the oaks^[a](A)
    and strips the forests bare.
And in his temple all cry, “Glory!”^(B)

⁴ One thing^(A) I ask from the Lord,
    this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
    all the days of my life,^(B)
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
    and to seek him in his temple.

⁷ But I, by your great love,
    can come into your house;
in reverence^(A) I bow down^(B)
    toward your holy temple.^(C)