Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.
I know all the birds of the hills, and all that moves in the field is mine.
Beasts and all livestock, creeping things and flying birds!
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.”
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
He gives to the beasts their food, and to the young ravens that cry.
Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.