The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, And the whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.

Behold, he seizeth the prey , who can hinder him? Who will say unto him, What doest thou?

They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.

He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

That path no bird of prey knoweth, Neither hath the falcon's eye seen it:

And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, And plucked the prey out of his teeth.

Canst thou hunt the prey for the lioness, Or satisfy the appetite of the young lions,

Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, And wander for lack of food?

From thence she spieth out the prey; Her eyes behold it afar off.