He is like a lion that is eager to tear,
And as a young lion lurking in hiding places.

Or he will tear my soul like a lion,
Dragging me away, while there is none to deliver.

You will tread upon the lion and cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.

They open wide their mouth at me,
As a ravening and a roaring lion.

Save me from the lion’s mouth;
From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.

He lurks in a hiding place as a lion in his lair;
He lurks to catch the afflicted;
He catches the afflicted when he draws him into his net.