I know every bird in the heights; whatever moves in the wild is mine.
Who provides nourishment for the raven when its young cry out to God, wandering about without food?
Beside them the birds of heaven nest; among the branches they sing.
Who gives animals their food and young ravens what they cry for.
All you beasts of the field, come to devour, all you beasts in the forest!
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?
Notice the ravens: they do not sow or reap; they have neither storehouse nor barn, yet God feeds them. How much more important are you than birds!