I, with deliberate aim, & crushing blow: his staff struck rock: ire, or not? looking up and muttering to clouds. had he not heard the lions whelp before leaping in, forth?
and, moving off into the sands, he toyed with a vast people until at last, at a place, lit by rock, & cloud, opposite Beth-peor his people mourned the allotted period
was he not pure, murderer? a kind-less man of kine what made hunger joyful and wandering dusty tracks, over seven mountains until, tired, they moaned
was he not pure, kinsman? a noble son denigrated: was he not that lion. lost when he destroyed Og and Sihon lasting, shame heaped on shame? a name was Moses his story lost.