⁹ The voice of the Lord twists mighty oaks^[a]
    and strips the forests bare.
In his Temple everyone shouts, “Glory!”

² So we will not fear when earthquakes come
    and the mountains crumble into the sea.
³ Let the oceans roar and foam.
    Let the mountains tremble as the waters surge! Interlude

⁴ A river brings joy to the city of our God,
    the sacred home of the Most High.
⁵ God dwells in that city; it cannot be destroyed.
    From the very break of day, God will protect it.

⁹ O God, we meditate on your unfailing love
    as we worship in your Temple.

⁸ I love your sanctuary, Lord,
    the place where your glorious presence dwells.

¹⁸ The Lord will consume Assyria’s glory
    like a fire consumes a forest in a fruitful land;
    it will waste away like sick people in a plague.
¹⁹ Of all that glorious forest, only a few trees will survive—
    so few that a child could count them!

¹⁸ This wickedness is like a brushfire.
    It burns not only briers and thorns
but also sets the forests ablaze.
    Its burning sends up clouds of smoke.

Praise the name of the Lord!
    Praise him, you who serve the Lord,
² you who serve in the house of the Lord,
    in the courts of the house of our God.

¹ Oh, praise the Lord, all you servants of the Lord,
    you who serve at night in the house of the Lord.
² Lift your hands toward the sanctuary,
    and praise the Lord.