⁸     The way I see it, those who pull the pernicious plow,
    Who sow sorrow’s seeds, reap the same at harvest.
⁹     By God’s breath, they meet destruction;
        when His anger explodes, they meet their end.
¹⁰     O the bluster of humanity!
        The lion roars! The king of beasts thunders!
    Still the young lions’ teeth are shattered.