And draw out the spear, and stop the way against my pursuers: say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.

He hath made 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 a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, my King and my God.

I watch, and am like a sparrow alone upon the housetop.