9 By the breath of God they perish, By the blast of his anger are they consumed.
10 The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, The teeth of the young lions, are broken.
11 The old lion perishes for lack of prey, The whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.
12 "Now a thing was secretly brought to me, My ear received a whisper of it.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on men,
14 Fear came on me, and trembling, Which made all my bones shake.
15 Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.
