He is to me a bear lying in wait, a lion in hiding.
For if my head is lifted up, You would hunt me like a lion, and again You show Yourself marvelous to me.
He lies in wait secretly as a lion in his den; he lies in wait to catch the poor; he catches the poor, drawing them into his net.
like a lion eager to rip its prey, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
I composed my soul until morning, like a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even to night You make an end of me.
He has turned aside my ways and torn me in pieces; He has made me desolate.
He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
For I will be like a lion to Ephraim and like a young lion to the house of Judah. I, Myself, will tear and go away. I will carry off, and no one will rescue.
Come, let us return to the Lord, for He has torn, and He will heal us. He has struck, and He will bind us up.