28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, bow they grow. They neither toil nor spin.

29 But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was arrayed like one of these.

30 If God so clothes the herbage of the field, to-day growing and to-morrow thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of so little faith?