3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

43 And, whence, to me is, this, That the mother of my Lord should come, unto me?

44 For lo! as the sound of thy salutation came into mine ears, the babe in my womb, leapt in exultation.