Ps.7.2

If they catch me, I'm finished: ripped to shreds by foes fierce as lions, dragged into the forest and left unlooked for, unremembered.

Ps.7.2

or they will tear me like a lion and rip me to pieces with no one to rescue me.

Ps.7.2

Lest they tear me like a lion, Rending me in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Ps.7.2

If you don't, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with no one to rescue me.