³ (Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

² Be attentive to the voice of my cry, My king and my God, For unto Thee I pray habitually.

¹ A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,

⁴ And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God.

¹ He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

⁷ Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest, For Jehovah hath conferred benefits on thee.

²⁰ and Jesus saith to him, `The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven places of rest, but the Son of Man hath not where he may lay the head.'

³⁷ `Jerusalem, Jerusalem, that art killing the prophets, and stoning those sent unto thee, how often did I will to gather thy children together, as a hen doth gather her own chickens under the wings, and ye did not will.