Then Samson went out and caught three hundred foxes. And he took torches, turned the foxes tail-to-tail, and fastened a torch between each pair of tails.
because of Mount Zion, which lies desolate, patrolled by foxes.
Catch for us the foxes—the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—for our vineyards are in bloom.
They will fall to the power of the sword; they will become a portion for foxes.