I keep track of every bird in the hills, and the insects of the field are mine.
Who prepares prey for the raven, when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food?
The birds of the sky live beside them; they chirp among the bushes.
He gives food to the animals, and to the young ravens when they chirp.
All you wild animals in the fields, come and devour, all you wild animals in the forest!
Look at the birds in the sky: They do not sow, or reap, or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you more valuable than they are?
Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn, yet God feeds them. How much more valuable are you than the birds!