{A Prayer of Moses the man of God.} Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.

Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!

And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.