⁸ The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.

²⁹ And God saith, `Lo, I have given to you every herb sowing seed, which `is' upon the face of all the earth, and every tree in which `is' the fruit of a tree sowing seed, to you it is for food;

³⁰ 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.

¹⁵ Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.

²⁰ For food do mountains bear for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.

²¹ Under shades he lieth down, In a secret place of reed and mire.

²² Cover him do shades, `with' their shadow, Cover him do willows of the brook.

²⁷ All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.

²⁸ Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand -- they `are' satisfied `with' good.

¹⁵ The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

¹⁶ Opening Thy hand, and satisfying The desire of every living thing.