The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.

You have sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.

From the wicked, their light is withheld. The high arm is broken.