¹⁴ The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.

¹⁰ And I measure over it My statute, And place bar and doors,

⁴ 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.

⁶ O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.

¹⁴ A generation -- swords `are' their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from `among' men.

⁴ And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And `one' riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.

⁷ `After this I was seeing in the visions of the night, and lo, a fourth beast, terrible and fearful, and exceedingly strong; and it hath iron teeth very great, it hath consumed, yea, it doth break small, and the remnant with its feet it hath trampled; and it `is' diverse from all the beasts that `are' before it; and it hath ten horns.