He, lion-like, lurks in his den; he waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, his prey he doth him make.
Psalm 7:2 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter) Lest that the enemy my soul should, like a lion, tear, In pieces rending it, while there is no deliverer. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Lest he tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, While there is none to deliver. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Lest my foe tear my life [from my body] like a lion, dragging me away while there is none to deliver. American Standard Version (1901) Lest they tear my soul like a lion, Rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver. Common English Bible Otherwise, they will rip me apart, dragging me off with no chance of rescue. Catholic Public Domain Version O Lord, my God, in you I have hoped. Save me from all those who persecute me, and free me: Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me. |
He, lion-like, lurks in his den; he waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, his prey he doth him make.
I in the Lord do put my trust: how is it then that ye Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird, unto your mountain high?
He like unto a lion is that's greedy of his prey, Or lion young, which lurking doth in secret places stay.
Their mouths they open'd wide on me, upon me gape did they, Like to a lion ravening and roaring for his prey.
Bow down thine ear to me, with speed send me deliverance: To save me, my strong rock be thou, and my house of defence.
But in my trouble they rejoic'd, gath'ring themselves together; Yea, abjects vile together did themselves against me gather: I knew it not; they did me tear, and quiet would not be.
Now, ye that God forget, this carefully consider; Lest I in pieces tear you all, and none can you deliver.
Do thou deliver me from them that work iniquity; And give me safety from the men of bloody cruelty.