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

Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

If not -- say ye, O men of my tent, 'O that we had of his flesh, we are not satisfied.'

And I have put it into the hand of those afflicting thee, Who have said to thy soul, Bow down, and we pass over, And thou makest as the earth thy body, And as the street to those passing by!'

And who have eaten the flesh of My people, And their skin from off them have stript, And their bones they have broken, And they have spread [them] out as in a pot, And as flesh in the midst of a caldron.