`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.'
Who doth prepare for a raven his provision, When his young ones cry unto God? They wander without food.
For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.
Giving food to all flesh, For to the age `is' His kindness.
Opening Thy hand, and satisfying The desire of every living thing.
Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.
Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.
look to the fowls of the heaven, for they do not sow, nor reap, nor gather into storehouses, and your heavenly Father doth nourish them; are not ye much better than they?