The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions are broken.
I broke the jaws of the wicked and plucked the victim from his teeth.
But the needy He saves from the sword, from their mouth, and from the hand of the mighty.
Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God! For You have struck all my enemies on the cheek; You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
My soul is among lions; I lie among the sons of men who are set on fire, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
O God, break their teeth in their mouths; break out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
Let them vanish like waters which run continually; when he aims his arrows, let them be as broken pieces.
There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, whose fangs are like knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among mortals.