(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.
Between the porch and the altar weep let the priests, ministrants of Jehovah, And let them say: `Have pity, O Jehovah, on Thy people, And give not Thy inheritance to reproach, To the ruling over them of nations, Why do they say among peoples, Where is their God?'
And see doth mine enemy, And cover her doth shame, Who saith unto me, `Where is Jehovah thy God?' Mine eyes do look on her, Now she is for a treading-place, As mire of the out-places.