The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,
Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
My soul `is' in the midst of lions, I lie down `among' flames -- sons of men, Their teeth `are' a spear and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.
O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.
They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.
A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.