He has been a bear lying in wait for me, a lion in hiding!
Should it lift up, you hunt me like a lion: repeatedly you show your wondrous power against me,
They lurk in ambush like lions in a thicket, hide there to trap the poor, snare them and close the net.
Like lions eager for prey, like a young lion lurking in ambush.
I cry out even until the dawn. Like a lion he breaks all my bones; from morning to night you make an end of me.
He turned me aside and tore me apart, leaving me ravaged.
He has hemmed in my ways with fitted stones, and made my paths crooked.
For I am like a lion to Ephraim, like a young lion to the house of Judah; It is I who tear the prey and depart, I carry it away and no one can save it.
“Come, let us return to the Lord, For it is he who has torn, but he will heal us; he has struck down, but he will bind our wounds.