Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me. Tell my soul, "I am your salvation."

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more."

He makes wars cease to the end of the earth. He breaks the bow, and shatters the spear. He burns the chariots in the fire.

He made a path for his anger. He did not spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence,

Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.