And take thou unto thee of all food that is eaten, and gather it to thee; and it shall be for food for thee, and for them.
Thou openest thy hand, And satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
Who giveth food to all flesh; For his lovingkindness endureth for ever.
Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not ye of much more value than they?
He giveth to the beast his food, And to the young ravens which cry.
Let their way be dark and slippery, And the angel of Jehovah pursuing them.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do play.
Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, And wander for lack of food?