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  • Genesis 1:20-25
    Then God said,“ Let the waters teem with swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open expanse of the heavens.”And God created the great sea creatures and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarmed, according to their kind, and every winged bird according to its kind; and God saw that it was good.God blessed them, saying,“ Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.”And there was evening and there was morning, a fifth day.Then God said,“ Let the earth produce living creatures according to their kind: livestock and crawling things and animals of the earth according to their kind”; and it was so.God made the animals of the earth according to their kind, and the livestock according to their kind, and everything that crawls on the ground according to its kind; and God saw that it was good.
  • Psalms 148:10
    Animals and all cattle; Crawling things and winged fowl;
  • Job 38:39-39:30
    “ Can you hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy the appetite of young lions,When they crouch in their hiding places, And lie in wait in their lair?Who prepares feed for the raven When its young cry to God, And wander about without food?“ Do you know the time the mountain goats give birth? Do you observe the calving of the deer?Can you count the months they fulfill, Or do you know the time they give birth?They kneel down, they deliver their young, They get rid of their labor pains.Their offspring become strong, they grow up in the open field; They leave and do not return to them.“ Who sent the wild donkey out free? And who opened the bonds of the swift donkey,To whom I gave the wilderness as his home, And the salt land as his dwelling place?He laughs at the turmoil of the city, He does not hear the shouting of the taskmaster.He explores the mountains of his pasture, And searches after every green thing.Will the wild bull be willing to serve you, Or will he spend the night at your feeding trough?Can you tie down the wild bull in a furrow with ropes, Or will he plow the valleys after you?Will you trust him because his strength is great, And leave your labor to him?Will you have faith in him that he will return your grain And gather it from your threshing floor?“ The wings of the ostrich flap joyously, With the pinion and feathers of love,For she abandons her eggs to the earth And warms them in the dust,And she forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild animal may trample them.She treats her young cruelly, as if they were not hers; Though her labor is for nothing, she is unconcerned,Because God has made her forget wisdom, And has not given her a share of understanding.When she rushes away on high, She laughs at the horse and his rider.“ Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane?Do you make him leap like locusts? His majestic snorting is frightening.He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He goes out to meet the battle.He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; And he does not turn back from the sword.The quiver rattles against him, The flashing spear and javelin.He races over the ground with a roar and fury, And he does not stand still when he hears the sound of the trumpet.As often as the trumpet sounds he says,‘ Aha!’ And he senses the battle from afar, And the thunder of the captains and the war cry.“ Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars, Stretching his wings toward the south?Is it at your command that the eagle flies high, And makes his nest on high?He dwells and spends his nights on the cliff, On the rocky cliff, an inaccessible place.From there he tracks food; His eyes look at it from afar.His young ones also lick up blood greedily; And where the slain are, there he is.”
  • Job 40:15-41:34
    “ Behold, Behemoth, which I made as well as you; He eats grass like an ox.Behold, his strength in his waist, And his power in the muscles of his belly.He hangs his tail like a cedar; The tendons of his thighs are knit together.His bones are tubes of bronze; His limbs are like bars of iron.“ He is the first of the ways of God; Let his Maker bring His sword near.Indeed the mountains bring him food, And all the animals of the field play there.He lies down under the lotus plants, In the hiding place of the reeds and the marsh.The lotus plants cover him with shade; The willows of the brook surround him.If a river rages, he is not alarmed; He is confident, though the Jordan rushes to his mouth.Can anyone capture him when he is on watch, Can anyone pierce his nose with barbs?“ Can you drag out Leviathan with a fishhook, And press down his tongue with a rope?Can you put a rope in his nose, And pierce his jaw with a hook?Will he make many pleas to you, Or will he speak to you gentle words?Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?Will you play with him as with a bird, And tie him down for your young girls?Will the traders bargain for him? Will they divide him among the merchants?Can you fill his skin with harpoons, Or his head with fishing spears?Lay your hand on him. Remember the battle; you will not do it again!Behold, your expectation is false; Will you be hurled down even at the sight of him?No one is so reckless that he dares to stir him; Who then is he who opposes Me?Who has been first to give to Me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the entire heaven is Mine.“ I will not be silent about his limbs, Or his mighty strength, or his graceful frame.Who can strip off his outer covering? Who can pierce his double armor?Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth there is terror.His strong scales are his pride, Locked as with a tight seal.One is so close to another That no air can come between them.They are joined one to another; They clasp each other and cannot be separated.His sneezes flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eye of dawn.From his mouth go burning torches; Sparks of fire leap forth.From his nostrils smoke goes out As from a boiling pot and burning reeds.His breath sets coals aglow, And a flame goes forth from his mouth.In his neck dwells strength, And dismay leaps before him.The folds of his flesh are joined together, Firm and immovable on him.His heart is as firm as a stone, And as firm as a lower millstone.When he rises up, the mighty are afraid; Because of the crashing they are bewildered.The sword that reaches him cannot prevail, Nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.He regards iron as straw, Bronze as rotten wood.The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones are turned into stubble for him.Clubs are regarded as stubble; He laughs at the rattling of the javelin.His underparts are like sharp pieces of pottery; He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mud.He makes the depths boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a jar of ointment.Behind him he illuminates a pathway; One would think the deep to be gray haired.Nothing on earth is like him, One made without fear.He looks on everything that is high; He is king over all the sons of pride.”