שְׁאָגָה

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

Their roaring will be like a lioness. They will roar like young lions. Yes, they shall roar, and seize their prey and carry it off, and there will be no one to deliver.

He knew their palaces, and laid waste their cities. The land was desolate, with its fullness, because of the noise of his roaring.

A voice of the wailing of the shepherds! For their glory is destroyed: a voice of the roaring of young lions! For the pride of the Jordan is ruined.