For thus says the Lord to me: As a lion or its young growling over the prey, With a band of shepherds assembled against it, Is neither dismayed by their shouts nor cowed by their noise, So shall the Lord of hosts come down to wage war upon Mount Zion, upon its height.
Up comes the lion from its lair, the destroyer of nations has set out, has left its place, To turn your land into a desolation, your cities into an uninhabited waste.
As happens when a lion comes up from a thicket of the Jordan to permanent pasture, So I, in an instant, will chase them off, and establish there whomever I choose! For who is like me? Who can call me to account? What shepherd can stand against me?
Son of man, utter a lament over Pharaoh, the king of Egypt, and say to him: You liken yourself to a lion among nations, but you are like the monster in the sea! Thrashing about in your streams, churning the water with your feet, polluting the streams.
The remnant of Jacob shall be in the midst of many peoples, Like dew coming from the Lord, like showers on the grass, Which wait for no one, delay for no human being.
Here is a people that rises up like a lioness, and gets up like a lion; It does not rest till it has devoured its prey and has drunk the blood of the slain.