My soul, don’t come into their council.
My glory, don’t be united to their assembly; for in their anger they killed men.
In their self-will they hamstrung cattle.
Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce; and their wrath, for it was cruel.
I will divide them in Jacob, and scatter them in Israel.
“Judah, your brothers will praise you.
Your hand will be on the neck of your enemies.
Your father’s sons will bow down before you.
Judah is a lion’s cub.
From the prey, my son, you have gone up.
He stooped down, he crouched as a lion, as a lioness.
Who will rouse him up?