He is to me a bear lying in wait, a lion in hiding.
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.
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.
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 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.
For if my head is lifted up, You would hunt me like a lion, and again You show Yourself marvelous to me.
like a lion eager to rip its prey, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked.
He has turned aside my ways and torn me in pieces; He has made me desolate.