² Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

⁹ He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.

¹² Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

¹³ They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.

²¹ Save me from the lion's mouth: for thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.

¹⁷ Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

⁴ My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.