their likeness is like a lion that longs to tear, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.

lest he tear my soul like a lion, tearing it in pieces, and there is no one to deliver.

He lies in wait secretly, like a lion in his den. He lies in wait to catch the poor; he catches the poor when he draws him into his net.

They opened wide their mouths on Me, like a ripping and a roaring lion.

You shall tread on the lion and adder; the young lion and the jackal You shall trample underfoot.

Make their nobles like Oreb, and like Zeeb; yea, all their princes like Zebah, and like Zalmunna;

Save Me from the lion's mouth; from the wild oxen's horns. You have answered Me.