"The lioness may roar, and the lion cub may growl; but even the ivory teeth of the full grown lion are broken.

Full grown lions die when they cannot find prey; that's when the lion cubs are scattered.

You'll go to your grave at a ripe old age; like a stack of grain that's harvested at just the right time.

While they are still green and not yet ready to be harvested, they wither before any plant.

Or ask the green plants of the earth and they'll teach you; let the fish in the sea tell you.

Even if its roots have grown ancient in the earth, and its stump begins to rot in the ground,

My eyes have grown weak from grief; and my whole body is as thin as a shadow.

"He has stripped me of my honor; he has stolen the crown off my head!

They wander around naked, without clothes; hungry, though they carry sheaves of grain.

From the city, dying men groan aloud, and the wounded cries out for help, but God charges no one with wrong.

They're exalted momentarily, but then they are gone; they are humbled, just like all the others. They are cut down like heads of corn.

(even a poor man had grown up with me as if I were his father, and even though I had guided the widow from the time I was born),

I'll wear it on my shoulder, or tie it on my head for a crown!

He ranges the mountains that are his pasture to search for anything green.

Will you trust him that he'll bring in your grain, and gather it to your threshing floor?"

"Beneath him he is armored as with sharp potsherds; he tears through muddy ground like a threshing sledge through grain.

He named the first daughter Jemima, the second Keziah, and the name of the third was Keren-happuch.