Psalms 84:3
Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord.
Yea the sparowe hath founde her an house, and the swallowe a nest: where she may lay her young: euen thy aulters O God of hoastes, my king & my Lord.
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4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they wyll be alway praysyng thee. Selah.
17 Wherin the birdes make their nestes: in the fyrre trees the storke buyldeth.
1 To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O how amiable are thy dwellinges: thou God of hoastes?
2 My soule hath a desire and a longing to enter into the courtes of God: my heart and my flesh leapeth with ioy for to go to the liuing Lorde.
6 I am become lyke a Pellicane of the wildernesse, and like an Owle that is in the desert:
7 I watch, and am as it were a sparrowe that sitteth alone vpon the house toppe.
15 There shall the Owle make her nest, builde, be there at home, & bryng foorth her young ones: there shall the Kytes come together, eche one to his lyke.
16 Seke through the booke of the Lorde and reade it: there shall none of these thynges be left out, there shall not one nor such lyke fayle: for his mouth commaundeth, and that same doth his spirite gather together, or fulfyll.
27 Doth the Egle mount vp, and make his nest on hye at thy comaundement?
28 He abydeth in stony rockes, and dwelleth vpon the hye toppes of moutaines:
14 Then chattered I lyke a swallowe, and lyke a crane, and mourned lyke a doue, I lift vp mine eyes into the heyght: O Lorde sayde my sicknesse kepeth me downe, ease thou me.
12 The foules of the ayre haue their habitation nigh vnto them: singing out of the midst of the bowes of trees.
8 O God, I haue loued the habitation of thine house: and the place where thine honour dwelleth.
11 As an Egle that stirreth vp her nest, and flittereth ouer her young, & spreadeth her wynges, taketh them, and beareth them on her wynges:
7 The Storke in the ayre knoweth his appointed tyme, the Turtle doue, the Swallowe and the Crane consider the tyme of their trauayle: but my people wyll not knowe the tyme of the punishment of the Lorde.
7 Because thou hast ben my helper: therfore vnder the shadowe of thy wynges do I reioyce.
16 The litle Owle, the great Owle, nor the Redshanke.
17 The Pellicane, the Swanne, nor the Cormorant.
41 Who prouideth meate for the rauen, when his young ones crye vnto God, and flee about for lacke of meate?
3 For thou hast ben my hope: and a strong towre for me against the face of the enemie.
4 I wyll dwell in thy tabernacle for euer: my trust shalbe vnder the couering of thy wynges. Selah.
7 How excellent is thy mercy O Lord: therefore the chyldren of men shall put their trust vnder the shadowe of thy winges.
13 Gauest thou the faire winges vnto the pecockes, or winges and fethers vnto the Estriche?
14 For she leaueth her egges in the earth, and heateth them in the dust.
5 Untill I finde out a place for the temple of God: an habitation for the most mightie Lorde of Iacob.
9 For thou O God art my hope: thou hast set thine habitation very hygh.
6 If thou chaunce vpon a birdes nest by the way, in whatsoeuer tree it be, or on the grounde, whether they be young or egges, and the damme sittyng vpon the young, or on the egges: thou shalt not take the damme with the young:
1 A prayer of Moyses the man of God. Lorde thou hast ben our habitation: from one generation to another generation.
1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. In God I put my trust: howe say ye then to my soule, that she shoulde flee as a byrde from your hyll.
13 For God hath chosen to be in Sion: he had a desire that it might be an habitation for hym.
14 This is sayeth he my rest for euer: heare I wyll dwell, for I haue a desire to it.
13 Though ye haue lyen among the pottes: yet shall ye be as the wynges of a doue that is couered with siluer, and hath her fethers as yelowe as golde.
8 He that oft times flitteth, is like a byrd that forsaketh her nest.
10 For one day in thy courtes, is better then a thousande els where: I had rather be a doore keper in the house of my God, then to dwell in large tabernacles of vngodlynes.
4 He wyll couer thee vnder his wynges, & thou shalt be safe vnder his fethers: his faythfulnesse shalbe thy shielde and buckler.
6 And I sayde, O that I had wynges like a doue: for then woulde I flee away, and be at rest.
19 in the courtes of Gods house, euen in the myddest of thee O Hierusalem. Prayse ye the Lorde.
8 But what are these that flee here like the cloudes, and as the doues fleing to their windowes?
9 Is not mine heritage vnto me as a speckled birde? are not the birdes round about agaynst her? Come and gather ye together all the beastes of the fielde, come, that ye may eate it vp.
8 the foules of the ayre, and the fishe of the sea, and whatsoeuer swymmeth in the seas.
27 Wyll God in deede dwell on the earth? Beholde, the heauens and heauens of all heauens are not able to contayne thee: and how should then this house do it that I haue builded?
1 To the chiefe musition (to be song lyke vnto the song beginning) destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid, when he fled from Saul into the caue. Be mercifull vnto me O Lorde, be mercifull vnto me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges wyll I trust, vntyll this tiranny be ouerpast.
3 God is well knowen in her palaces: as a most sure refuge.
14 My hand hath found out the strength of the people as it were a nest: and like as egges that were layde here and there, are gathered together, so do I gather all countreys, and there was none so bolde as to moue the winge, that dare open his mouth, or once whisper.
28 Ye Moabites, leaue the cities, and dwel in rockes of stone, and become like doues that make their nestes in holes.
9 Yea because of the house of God our Lord: I wyll procure to do thee good.
8 O God Lorde of hoastes heare my prayer: geue eare O God of Iacob. Selah.
17 The Falcon, the Cormorant, the great Owle,
11 They shall feare a as sparowe out of Egypt, and as a doue out of the lande of Asshur, and I wyll place them in their houses, saith the Lorde.
9 He geueth vnto cattell their foode: euen vnto Rauens which call for it.