Even the birds find a home there, and the swallow builds a nest, where she can protect her young near your altars, O Lord who rules over all, 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 apart from your Father's will.

Aren't five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God. In fact, even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Do not be afraid; you are more valuable than many sparrows.