Even a sparrow finds a home, and a swallow, a nest for herself where she places her young- near Your altars, Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.

I stay awake; I am like a solitary bird on a roof.

Aren't two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them falls to the ground without your Father's consent.

Aren't five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God's sight. Indeed, the hairs of your head are all counted. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows!