Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.”   He didn’t hit me…   Lion came to the school of the prophets and ate-up every trace of the one who wouldn’t hit me      Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.”   And he struck me…    Waited by the road in disguise with a bandage over my eyes   And the king got mad at me, “You shouldn’t have let your captive go.” “So be your judgment!”      Ben-hadad, king of Syria, sieged    Samaria to pick a fight with me   He laid claim to all the things I own   I gave in, considered it a loan      I wasn’t by myself   The Lord our God was with me   He said He’d give me the victory      Ben in armor, eager just to boast   Getting drunk at the commanding post   Defeated more than once by little goats   But I still let the king of Syria go      And make a treaty with me   I’ve called my sin “my brother”   He’ll give my kingdom to another   Oh no!