10 The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And  teeth of young lions have been broken.
         
                                
                        11 An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of  the lioness do separate.
         
                                
                        12 And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth  mine ear a little of it.
         
                                
                        13 In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of  deep sleep on men,
         
                                
                        14 Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my  bones caused to fear.
         
                                
                        15 And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the  hair of my flesh;
         
                                
                        16 It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude  [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear: