Like a lion they desire to rip us to pieces, like a young lion waiting in ambush.

Otherwise, they will rip me to shreds like a lion, tearing me apart with no one to rescue me.

Their eyes secretly watch the helpless, lying in wait like a lion in his den. They lie in wait to catch the afflicted. They catch the afflicted when they pull him into their net.

I am surrounded by lions. I lie down with those who burn with fire that is, with people whose teeth are like spears and arrows whose tongues are like sharp swords.

Their mouths are opened wide toward me, like roaring and attacking lions.

Deliver me from the mouth of the lion, from the horns of the wild oxen. You have answered me.