I know every bird of the mountains. Everything moving in the field is Mine.
Who arranges provision for the raven, when its young cry out to God, and wander about for lack of food?
Beside them the birds of the sky dwell— they sing among the branches.
He gives food to the cattle and to the young ravens which cry.
All you beasts of the field, come to eat, all you beasts in the forest.
“Look at the birds of the air. They do not sow or reap or gather into barns; yet your Father in heaven feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Consider the ravens. They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn, yet God feeds them. How much more valuable you are than birds!