The young lions roared upon him, and yelled, and they made his land waste: his cities are burned without inhabitant.

They shall roar together like lions: they shall yell as lions' whelps.

All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their doings I will drive them out of mine house, I will love them no more: all their princes are revolters.

The Lord GOD hath sworn by himself, saith the LORD the God of hosts, I abhor the excellency of Jacob, and hate his palaces: therefore will I deliver up the city with all that is therein.

Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.