¹² By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

¹⁰ The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,

¹¹ I have known every fowl of the mountains, And the wild beast of the field `is' with Me.

³ (Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

¹⁶ Satisfied `are' the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,

¹⁷ Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs `are' her house.

⁹ Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

²⁶ 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?

²⁰ and Jesus saith to him, `The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven places of rest, but the Son of Man hath not where he may lay the head.'