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.

I watch, and am become like a sparrow That is alone upon the house-top.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? and not one of them shall fall on the ground without your Father:

Are not five sparrows sold for two pence? and not one of them is forgotten in the sight of God. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not: ye are of more value than many sparrows.