A bear lying in wait He [is] to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
And it riseth — as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back — Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.
He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
I have set [Him] till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
For I [am] as a lion to Ephraim, And as a young lion to the house of Judah, I — I tear and go, I bear away, and there is no deliverer.
‘Come, and we turn back unto Jehovah, For He hath torn, and He doth heal us, He doth smite, and He bindeth us up.