When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.

Notwithstanding the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:

The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.

Wilt thou hunt - for the Lioness - prey? Or, the craving of the Strong Lion, wilt thou satisfy;

Ravenous beasts have not made a track thereof, neither hath the lion marched thereon: