Consider well the ravens—That they sow nor, neither do they reap, which have neither chamber nor barn,—and, God, feedeth, them! By how much do, ye, excel, the birds?
Whose fan is in his hand, and he will clear out his threshing-floor,—and will gather his wheat into the granary, but, the chaff, will he burn up with fire unquenchable.
Observe intently, the birds of the heaven,—that they neither sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns, and yet, your heavenly Father, feedeth, them: Are no, ye, much better than, they?