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

They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert, go they forth to their work; rising betimes for a prey: the wilderness yieldeth food for them and for their children.

Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion? or fill the appetite of the young lions,

From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off.