Lest they tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

He lurketh in secret as a lion in his covert; He lieth in wait to catch the poor: He doth catch the poor, when he draweth him in his net.

He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, And as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

Their line is gone out through all the earth, And their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,

They gape upon me with their mouth, As a ravening and a roaring lion.

Save me from the lion's mouth; Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me.

He drove out the nations also before them, And allotted them for an inheritance by line, And made the tribes of Israel to dwell in their tents.

Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: The young lion and the serpent shalt thou trample under foot.