There is the roaring of the lion and the growling of the young lion, but the teeth of the young lions are broken.
I broke the fangs of the wicked, and made him drop his prey from his teeth.
So he saves from the sword that comes from their mouth, even the poor from the hand of the powerful.
Rise up, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Yes, you will strike all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
I am surrounded by lions; I lie down among those who want to devour me; men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are a sharp sword.
O God, break the teeth in their mouths! Smash the jawbones of the lions, O Lord!
Let them disappear like water that flows away! Let them wither like grass!
There is a generation whose teeth are like swords and whose molars are like knives to devour the poor from the earth and the needy from among the human race.