You gave me life and mercy. Your watchfulness has preserved my spirit.
Even though you’ve been so good to me and though you’ve been very kind to me by saving my life, I can’t run as far as the hills. This disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die.
Didn’t you dress me in skin and flesh and weave me together with bones and tendons?
“God’s Spirit has made me. The breath of the Almighty gives me life.
“So I tell you to stop worrying about what you will eat, drink, or wear. Isn’t life more than food and the body more than clothes?
and he isn’t served by humans as if he needed anything. He gives everyone life, breath, and everything they have.
Certainly, we live, move, and exist because of him. As some of your poets have said, ‘We are God’s children.’