(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs [are] her house.

And I [am] poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer [art] Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

And I [am] afflicted and pained, Thy salvation, O God, doth set me on high.

For I [am] poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.

Yea, he cometh up as a tender plant before Him, And as a root out of a dry land, He hath no form, nor honour, when we observe him, Nor appearance, when we desire him.

He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.

and she brought forth her son -- the first-born, and wrapped him up, and laid him down in the manger, because there was not for them a place in the guest-chamber.

and this [is] to you the sign: Ye shall find a babe wrapped up, lying in the manger.'

And they came, having hasted, and found both Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in the manger,

and Joanna wife of Chuza, steward of Herod, and Susanna, and many others, who were ministering to him from their substance.

for ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that because of you he became poor -- being rich, that ye by that poverty may become rich.