By them the birds of the air have their habitation; they sing among the branches.
He gives to the beasts their food, and to the young ravens which cry.
Beasts and all cattle, creeping things and flying birds!
I know all the birds of the air, and all that moves in the field is mine.
Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.”