(A psalm. Of David.)
Sons of God, make your offering to the Lord;

an offering to the Lord of honour and glory, an offering to the Lord of the glory that befits his name; worship the Lord, in holy vesture habited.

The voice of the Lord is heard over the waters, when the glorious God thunders, the Lord, thundering over swollen waters;

the Lord’s voice in its power, the Lord’s voice in its majesty.

The Lord’s voice, that breaks the cedars; the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon;

bids Lebanon and Sarion leap high as a bullock leaps, breed of the wild ox.

The Lord’s voice kindles flashing fire;

the Lord’s voice makes the wilderness rock; the Lord, rocking the wilderness of Cades.

The Lord’s voice sets the oak-trees a-swaying, strips the deep forest bare. Meanwhile, in his sanctuary, there is no sound but tells of his glory.

Out of a raging flood, the Lord makes a dwelling-place; the Lord sits enthroned as a king for ever.

And this Lord will give strength to his people; the Lord will give his people his own blessing of peace.