They open their mouths against me
and strike my cheeks with contempt;
they join themselves together against me.

If he flees from an iron weapon,
an arrow from a bronze bow will pierce him.

I must speak so that I can find relief;
I must open my lips and respond.

I am going to open my mouth;
my tongue will form words on my palate.

Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field.
They leave and do not return.

Who can open his jaws,
surrounded by those terrifying teeth?