עֲדֵ֥ה נָ֣א גָא֣וֹן וָגֹ֑בַהּ וְה֖וֹד וְהָדָ֣ר תִּלְבָּֽשׁ׃
Put on pride and eminence; and majesty and splendor don.
נַ֭פְשׁוֹ גֶּחָלִ֣ים תְּלַהֵ֑ט וְ֝לַ֗הַב מִפִּ֥יו יֵצֵֽא׃
His breath ignites coals, and flame comes out of his mouth.
מַפְּלֵ֣י בְשָׂר֣וֹ דָבֵ֑קוּ יָצ֥וּק עָ֝לָ֗יו בַּל־יִמּֽוֹט׃
The flaps of his flesh cling together, hard-cast upon him, he shall not be moved.
קריאת שמע
וְהָיָה אִם־שָׁמֹֽעַ... וְנָתַתִּי עֵֽשֶׂב֯ בְּ֯שָׂדְ֒ךָ לִבְהֶמְתֶּֽךָ וְאָכַלְתָּ וְשָׂבָֽעְתָּ: הִשָּׁמְ֒רוּ לָכֶם פֶּן֯־יִ֯פְתֶּה לְבַבְכֶם...
2nd Paragraph of the Shema
And it will be— if you listen to My commandments ... I will put grass in your fields for your cattle, and you will eat and be satisfied. Beware lest your hearts be swayed...
תִּתֵּ֣ן לָ֭הֶם יִלְקֹט֑וּן תִּפְתַּ֥ח יָ֝דְךָ֗ יִשְׂבְּע֥וּן טֽוֹב׃
When you give them, they gather it in;
when you open Your hand, they are sated with good;
תַּסְתִּ֥יר פָּנֶיךָ֮ יִֽבָּהֵ֫ל֥וּן תֹּסֵ֣ף ר֭וּחָם יִגְוָע֑וּן וְֽאֶל־עֲפָרָ֥ם יְשׁוּבֽוּן׃
When You hide Your face, they panic; when You withdraw their breath, they perish, and to the dust they return.
תְּשַׁלַּ֣ח ר֭וּחֲךָ יִבָּרֵא֑וּן וּ֝תְחַדֵּ֗שׁ פְּנֵ֣י אֲדָמָֽה׃
When You send forth Your breath, they are created, and You renew the face of the earth.
יְהִ֤י כְב֣וֹד יְהֹוָ֣ה לְעוֹלָ֑ם יִשְׂמַ֖ח יְהֹוָ֣ה בְּמַעֲשָֽׂיו׃
May the glory of Hashem endure forever; may Hashem rejoice in His works!
Who but looks down to Earth and she trembles; He touches the mountains and they smoke.
"The Halakhah has never looked upon prayer as a separate magical gesture in which man may engage without integrating it into the total pattern of his life." -The Rav, Joseph B Soloveitchik
"An alder leaf, loosened by wind, is drifting out with the tide. As it drifts, it bumps into the slender leg of a great blue heron staring intently through the rippled surface, then drifts on. The heron raises one leg out of the water and replaces it, a single step. As I watch I, too, am drawn into the spread of silence. Slowly, a bank of cloud approaches, slipping its bulged and billowing texture over the earth, folding the heron and the alder trees and my gazing body into the depths of a vast breathing being, enfolding us all within a common flesh, a common story now bursting with rain."
- David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous
תהילים נ׳:י״א-י״ב
יָ֭דַעְתִּי כׇּל־ע֣וֹף הָרִ֑ים וְזִ֥יז שָׂ֝דַ֗י עִמָּדִֽי׃ אִם־אֶ֭רְעַב לֹא־אֹ֣מַר לָ֑ךְ כִּי־לִ֥י תֵ֝בֵ֗ל וּמְלֹאָֽהּ׃
Psalms 50:11-12
I have known every bird of the mountains, the teeming life of fields is (intimately) with Me. Were I hungry, I would not tell you, for Mine is the world and all it holds.
https://www.nationalgeographic.org/media/wolves-yellowstone/