Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young --
a place near your altar,
O Lord Almighty, my King and my God.
Every time I read this verse, I get this picture in my mind of the author, looking with longing at the temple, praying for the day that he can be there, and while he is praying, he sees these birds, building their nests near the temple grounds.
He looks with jealousy, wishing that he could have that same freedom. The ability to be close to the temple, to the dwelling of God.
But for now, he will be content to dwell with God from a distance.