Beside them the birds of heaven nest; among the branches they sing.
Who gives animals their food and young ravens what they cry for.
Animals wild and tame, creatures that crawl and birds that fly;
I know every bird in the heights; whatever moves in the wild is mine.
My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the Lord. My heart and flesh cry out for the living God.
Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they?
Jesus answered him, “Foxes have dens and birds of the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head.”