³ Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

² Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God; For unto thee do I pray.

¹ Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place In all generations.

⁴ Then will I go unto the altar of God, Unto God my exceeding joy; And upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God.

¹ He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

⁷ Return unto thy rest, O my soul; For Jehovah hath dealt bountifully with thee.

²⁰ And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven `have' nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.

³⁷ O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that killeth the prophets, and stoneth them that are sent unto her! how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!