³ The little birds have places for themselves, where they may put their young, even your altars, O Lord of armies, my King and my God.

² Let the voice of my cry come to you, my King and my God; for to you will I make my prayer.

¹ <A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.> Lord, you have been our resting-place in all generations.

⁴ Then I will go up to the altar of God, to the God of my joy; I will be glad and give praise to you on an instrument of music, O God, my God.

¹ Happy is he whose resting-place is in the secret of the Lord, and under the shade of the wings of the Most High;

⁷ Come back to your rest, O my soul; for the Lord has given you your reward.

²⁰ And Jesus said to him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of heaven have a resting-place; but the Son of man has nowhere to put his head.

³⁷ O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, putting to death the prophets, and stoning those who are sent to her! Again and again would I have taken your children to myself as a bird takes her young ones under her wings, and you would not!