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.