The lion tore its prey to pieces to feed its cubs. It strangled ⌞the prey⌟ for its mates. It used to fill its caves with torn carcasses and its dens with torn flesh.
“You know your father and his men. They are warriors as fierce as a wild bear whose cubs have been stolen. Your father is an experienced soldier. He will not camp with the troops tonight.
King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon has devoured us. He has thrown us into confusion. He has turned us into empty jars. He has swallowed us like a monster. He has filled his belly with our delicacies. Then he spit us out.
Where is the lions’ den, that feeding place for young lions? Where are the lion, the lioness, and the lion cub who moved about with no one to terrify them?
“I am against you, Nineveh,” declares the Lord of Armies. “I will send your chariots up in smoke, and a sword will kill your young lions. I will remove your prey from the earth, and no one will ever hear the voice of your messengers again.”
Here is a nation that attacks like a lioness and is as ferocious as a lion. It doesn’t lie down until it eats its prey and drinks the blood of its victim.”