And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is
Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things.
Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion? or fill the appetite of the young lions,
When they couch in their dens, and abide in the covert to lie in wait?
Who provideth for the raven his food? when his young ones cry unto God, they wander for lack of meat.
Their young ones are in good liking, they grow up with corn; they go forth, and return not unto them.
The range of the mountains is his pasture, and he searcheth after every green thing.
Her young ones also suck up blood: and where the slain are, there is she.
Behold now behemoth, which I made with thee; he eateth grass as an ox.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.
He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;
The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season.
Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.