3 Yea, the sparrowe hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest for her, where she may lay her yong: euen by thine altars, O Lord of hostes, my King and my God.

43 And whence commeth this to mee, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? 44 For loe, assoone as the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine eares, the babe sprang in my bellie for ioye,