I know every bird in the mountains. Everything that moves in the fields is mine.
Look at the birds. They don’t plant, harvest, or save food in barns, but your heavenly Father feeds them. Don’t you know you are worth much more than they are?
Look at the birds. They don’t plant, harvest, or save food in houses or barns, but God feeds them. And you are worth much more than crows.
Wild animals in the forest, come and eat.
He gives food to the animals. He feeds the young birds that cry out.
Wild birds come to live by the pools; they sing in the branches of nearby trees.
Who feeds the ravens when their babies cry out to God and wander around without food?