A Psalm of David
You sons of the mighty, ascribe to the Lord,
All honor and strength to Jehovah award.
The glory of His name, Jehovah display,
And worship the Lord in His holy array.
The voice of the Lord is upon the floodgate,
God, glorious, thunders, Lord or’e waters great.
The voice of the Lord is in power and might;
The voice of Jehovah a splendorous sight.
The sound of the Lord’s voice make cedars to shake;
Jehovah, the cedars of Lebanon break.
They look like a calf: He makes them skip and dance;
and Lebanon, Sirion, like wild oxen prance.
From voice of the Lord flames of fire spew out;
The desert of Kadesh His voice whirls about.
His voice makes the deer birth, and forest makes bare;
And all in this temple do “glory” declare.
The Lord on the flood sits, as King will not cease.
His people He gives strength and blesses with peace.