Ps.29.9

The voice of the LORD maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests: and in his temple doth every one speak of his glory.

Ps.29.9

GOD's thunder sets the oak trees dancing A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches. We fall to our knees--we call out, "Glory!"

Ps.29.9

The voice of the LORD twists the oaks and strips the forests bare. And in his temple all cry, "Glory!"

Ps.29.9

The voice of the LORD makes the deer give birth, And strips the forests bare; And in His temple everyone says, "Glory!"