#skirmish I did one step more. I used my Grandma's old Bible and opened to random pages, pointed, wrote down the line, repeated, and arranged them with lines that seemed to rhyme. Turns out the song is about my father.

Dwelling in the land, he weakens The evening and the morning There is even the moon Outdoors a sun will bereave them And blood itself will pursue

A desolate waste, even a desolation Because the channels of water have dried For he has put on great aires Look! And he is in one mind

Defeated before the assemble And they will certainly confess And he kept pursuing the afflicted Dealing treachery More righteousness

Like a leopard I shall keep looking Incase there happens to be Security and sleep in the forest And began to cut down the trees

The portion I have given Like the light of the seven days He is the maker under the network of boughs Came to a certain place