and to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the heavens, and to every creeping thing on the earth, in which `is' breath of life, every green herb `is' for food:' and it is so.
`And thou, take to thyself of all food that is eaten; and thou hast gathered unto thyself, and it hath been to thee and to them for food.'
Every creeping thing that is alive, to you it is for food; as the green herb I have given to you the whole;
And his brood gulph up blood, And where the pierced `are' -- there `is' he!
Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.
The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,
Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.