The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the stout lion's whelps are scattered abroad.

Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

It stood still, but I could not discern its form: an image was before my eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

The young men saw me, and hid themselves: and the aged arose, and stood up.

I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

When I had waited, (for they spoke not, but stood still, and answered no more;)

Behold, I am according to thy wish in God's stead: I also am formed out of the clay.

He shall break in pieces mighty men without number, and set others in their stead.