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Psalm 84:3 - Revised Standard Version

3 Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Yes, the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young–even Your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

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Common English Bible

3 Yes, the sparrow too has found a home there; the swallow has found herself a nest where she can lay her young beside your altars, LORD of heavenly forces, my king, my God!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 You have released the iniquity of your people. You have covered all their sins.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Thou hast forgiven the iniquity of thy people: thou hast covered all their sins.

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Psalm 84:3
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Then the king said to Zadok, “Carry the ark of God back into the city. If I find favor in the eyes of the Lord, he will bring me back and let me see both it and his habitation;


Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.


My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me continually, “Where is your God?”


Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise thee with the lyre, O God, my God.


Hearken to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to thee do I pray.


Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.


He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty,


‘Say to the house of Israel, Thus says the Lord God: Behold, I will profane my sanctuary, the pride of your power, the delight of your eyes, and the desire of your soul; and your sons and your daughters whom you left behind shall fall by the sword.


“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, killing the prophets and stoning those who are sent to you! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not!


And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.”


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