Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.

Are not, two sparrows, for a farthing, sold? And, one from among them, shall not fall upon the ground, without your Father;

Are not, five sparrows, sold for two farthings? and, not one from among them, hath been forgotten before God. But, even the hairs of your head, have all been numbered: Be not afraid: many sparrows, ye excel.