lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is no one to deliver.

He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless when he draws him in his net.

He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, you have rescued me from the horns of the wild oxen.

The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger, but those who seek Yahweh shall not lack any good thing.

Lord, how long will you look on? Rescue my soul from their destruction, my precious life from the lions.

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

Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

You will tread on the lion and cobra. You will trample the young lion and the serpent underfoot.

The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their food from God.