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Genesis 1:20-25
Then God said,“ Let the waters abound with an abundance of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the face of the firmament of the heavens.”So God created great sea creatures and every living thing that moves, with which the waters abounded, according to their kind, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.And God blessed them, saying,“ Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.”So the evening and the morning were the fifth day.Then God said,“ Let the earth bring forth the living creature according to its kind: cattle and creeping thing and beast of the earth, each according to its kind”; and it was so.And God made the beast of the earth according to its kind, cattle according to its kind, and everything that creeps on the earth according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.
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Psalms 148:10
Beasts and all cattle; Creeping things and flying fowl;
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Job 38:39-39:30
“ Can you hunt the prey for the lion, Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,When they crouch in their dens, Or lurk in their lairs to lie in wait?Who provides food for the raven, When its young ones cry to God, And wander about for lack of food?“ Do you know the time when the wild mountain goats bear young? Or can you mark when the deer gives birth?Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time when they bear young?They bow down, They bring forth their young, They deliver their offspring.Their young ones are healthy, They grow strong with grain; They depart and do not return to them.“ Who set the wild donkey free? Who loosed the bonds of the onager,Whose home I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwelling?He scorns the tumult of the city; He does not heed the shouts of the driver.The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searches after every green thing.“ Will the wild ox be willing to serve you? Will he bed by your manger?Can you bind the wild ox in the furrow with ropes? Or will he plow the valleys behind you?Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him?Will you trust him to bring home your grain, And gather it to your threshing floor?“ The wings of the ostrich wave proudly, But are her wings and pinions like the kindly stork’s?For she leaves her eggs on the ground, And warms them in the dust;She forgets that a foot may crush them, Or that a wild beast may break them.She treats her young harshly, as though they were not hers; Her labor is in vain, without concern,Because God deprived her of wisdom, And did not endow her with understanding.When she lifts herself on high, She scorns the horse and its rider.“ Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with thunder?Can you frighten him like a locust? His majestic snorting strikes terror.He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; He gallops into the clash of arms.He mocks at fear, and is not frightened; Nor does he turn back from the sword.The quiver rattles against him, The glittering spear and javelin.He devours the distance with fierceness and rage; Nor does he come to a halt because the trumpet has sounded.At the blast of the trumpet he says,‘ Aha!’ He smells the battle from afar, The thunder of captains and shouting.“ Does the hawk fly by your wisdom, And spread its wings toward the south?Does the eagle mount up at your command, And make its nest on high?On the rock it dwells and resides, On the crag of the rock and the stronghold.From there it spies out the prey; Its eyes observe from afar.Its young ones suck up blood; And where the slain are, there it is.”
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Job 40:15-41:34
“ Look now at the behemoth, which I made along with you; He eats grass like an ox.See now, his strength is in his hips, And his power is in his stomach muscles.He moves his tail like a cedar; The sinews of his thighs are tightly knit.His bones are like beams of bronze, His ribs like bars of iron.He is the first of the ways of God; Only He who made him can bring near His sword.Surely the mountains yield food for him, And all the beasts of the field play there.He lies under the lotus trees, In a covert of reeds and marsh.The lotus trees cover him with their shade; The willows by the brook surround him.Indeed the river may rage, Yet he is not disturbed; He is confident, though the Jordan gushes into his mouth,Though he takes it in his eyes, Or one pierces his nose with a snare.“ Can you draw out Leviathan with a hook, Or snare his tongue with a line which you lower?Can you put a reed through his nose, Or pierce his jaw with a hook?Will he make many supplications to you? Will he speak softly to you?Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him as a servant forever?Will you play with him as with a bird, Or will you leash him for your maidens?Will your companions make a banquet of him? Will they apportion 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— Never do it again!Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false; Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?No one is so fierce that he would dare stir him up. Who then is able to stand against Me?Who has preceded Me, that I should pay him? Everything under heaven is Mine.“ I will not conceal his limbs, His mighty power, or his graceful proportions.Who can remove his outer coat? Who can approach him with a double bridle?Who can open the doors of his face, With his terrible teeth all around?His rows of scales are his pride, Shut up tightly as with a seal;One is so near another That no air can come between them;They are joined one to another, They stick together and cannot be parted.His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.Out of his mouth go burning lights; Sparks of fire shoot out.Smoke goes out of his nostrils, As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.His breath kindles coals, And a flame goes out of his mouth.Strength dwells in his neck, And sorrow dances before him.The folds of his flesh are joined together; They are firm on him and cannot be moved.His heart is as hard as stone, Even as hard as the lower millstone.When he raises himself up, the mighty are afraid; Because of his crashings they are beside themselves.Though the sword reaches him, it cannot avail; Nor does spear, dart, or javelin.He regards iron as straw, And bronze as rotten wood.The arrow cannot make him flee; Slingstones become like stubble to him.Darts are regarded as straw; He laughs at the threat of javelins.His undersides are like sharp potsherds; He spreads pointed marks in the mire.He makes the deep boil like a pot; He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.He leaves a shining wake behind him; One would think the deep had white hair.On earth there is nothing like him, Which is made without fear.He beholds every high thing; He is king over all the children of pride.”
