and say: What a lioness was your mother among lions! She lay down among young lions, rearing her cubs.
The strong lion perishes for lack of prey, and the whelps of the lioness are scattered.
O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O Lord!
Their roaring is like a lion; like young lions they roar; they growl and seize their prey; they carry it off, and no one can rescue.
As for you, raise up a lamentation for the princes of Israel,
She raised up one of her cubs; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch prey; he devoured humans.
Mortal, raise a lamentation over Pharaoh king of Egypt and say to him: You consider yourself a lion among the nations, but you are like a dragon in the seas; you thrash about in your streams, trouble the water with your feet, and foul your streams.
Listen, the wail of the shepherds, for their glory is despoiled! Listen, the roar of the lions, for the thickets of the Jordan are destroyed!
And of Dan he said, “Dan is a lion’s whelp that leaps forth from Bashan.”