The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions are broken.
O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
There are those whose teeth are swords, whose fangs are knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, the needy from among mankind.
My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie down amid fiery beasts— the children of man, whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.
Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
I broke the fangs of the unrighteous and made him drop his prey from his teeth.
But he saves the needy from the sword of their mouth and from the hand of the mighty.
Let them vanish like water that runs away; when he aims his arrows, let them be blunted.