There is the roaring of the lion and the growling of the young lion, but the teeth of the young lions are broken.

The mighty lion perishes for lack of prey, and the cubs of the lioness are scattered.

If I lift myself up, you hunt me as a fierce lion, and again you display your power against me.

Proud beasts have not set foot on it, and no lion has passed along it.

If my heart has been enticed by a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor's door,

Who set its measurements -- if you know -- or who stretched a measuring line across it?