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 food for you; As the green herb have I given you all.
Canst thou hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy 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 prey, When his young ones cry unto God, [And] wander for lack of food?
Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.
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 as well as thee; He eateth grass as an ox.
Surely the mountains bring him forth food, Where all the beasts of the field do 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 for thee; And thou givest them their food in due season.
Thou openest thy hand, And satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
He giveth to the beast his food, [And] to the young ravens which cry.