JEPHTHAH.
Eleazar. Pvrophet. Chorus.
CHORUS.
OW is our sin requited of the Lord.
For, scorning Jephthah for an harlot’s son,
We cast him forth from us, and said: Begone,
Thou shalt not enter in with us; thy mouth
Shall thirst for our inheritance in vain ;
Thou hast no lot nor part in Gilead.
And now, he gathers to himself vain men,
Violent folk, and breakers of the law,
And holds aloof in rocky deserts, where
The land, accurst of God, is barren still
Of any herb, or flower, or any tree,
And has no shelter, nor sweet watersprings,
Save where a lonely cave is hollow, and where
A meagre fountain sucks the sand. Our folk
Are naked of his counsel and defence
Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast;
Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords,
And spears are flung half-heartedly ; and he
With warlike garrison and stronger arms _
Who might have helped us, laughs, and violence