¹⁶ And it riseth -- as a lion Thou huntest me. And Thou turnest back -- Thou shewest Thyself wonderful in me.

¹³ I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

¹⁰ A bear lying in wait He `is' to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.

⁹ Doing great things, and there is no searching. Wonderful, till there is no numbering.

²⁹ if according to the death of all men these die -- or the charge of all men is charged upon them -- Jehovah hath not sent me;

³⁰ and if a strange thing Jehovah do, and the ground hath opened her mouth and swallowed them, and all that they have, and they have gone down alive to Sheol -- then ye have known that these men have despised Jehovah.'

⁵⁹ then hath Jehovah made wonderful thy strokes, and the strokes of thy seed -- great strokes, and stedfast, and evil sicknesses, and stedfast.

⁷ And I am to them as a lion, As a leopard by the way I look out.

⁸ I do meet them as a bereaved bear, And I rend the enclosure of their heart.

⁸ A lion hath roared -- who doth not fear? The Lord Jehovah hath spoken -- who doth not prophesy?