10 She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain 'is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
11 Where 'is' the habitation of lionesses? And a feeding-place it 'is' for young lions Where walked hath a lion, an old lion, A lion's whelp, and there is none troubling.
12 The lion is tearing parts 'for' his whelps, And is strangling for his lionesses, And he doth fill 'with' prey his holes, And his habitations 'with' rapine.
13 Lo, I 'am' against thee, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts, And I have burned in smoke its chariot, And thy young lions consume doth a sword, And I have cut off from the land thy prey, And not heard any more is the voice of thy messengers!
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