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

Lo! as wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;

And I shivered the fangs of the perverse, - and, out of his teeth, I tare the prey.

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