Draw out also the spear, and stop the way against them that pursue me: Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariots in the fire.

Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

I watch, and am become like a sparrow That is alone upon the house-top.