Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.

I lie awake; I am like a lonely sparrow on the housetop.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.