Rash Vow (Jephthah's daughter)

Towards his home, in triumph, Jephthah strode:
with faith and pride a soldier's broad heart leapt.
His daughter sprang with love that overflowed
-- played timbrels as she danced: her father wept.
He ripped his clothes, then dropping to his knees:
" Why did I have to volunteer that oath?"
"My daddy, don't be sad, I beg you please
-- your promise to Jehovah binds us both."

For victory He'd vowed as sacrifice,
the first thing of his household through the gate.
He made the deal but she must pay the price:
endlessly prescribed a virgin's state.

Before you strike a bargain, weigh your skill,
especially when another pays the bill.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is actually quite an old poem, though I have not shared it here before. I must have shown it somewhere because it inspired someone to write on the same subject. In fact God's spirit was on Jephthah when he made that vow so it could not really have been rash, he must have been perfectly aware that his daughter might be the one who would have to live out her life in Shiloh (Where she was visited annually by friends). I will try to write something new soon, probably about Ruth or Esther. Having said that I think I have somewhere started a poem about the woman at the well.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United Kingdom (Scotland), GBR

Favorite Poets: Robert Burns

Comments

Good advice

I have done exactly as you suggested.

Like the story

I might not have a full back ground, yet a well written sonnet is always a joy to read and this is no exception.
The couplet is a great lesson too.
Appreciate the effort Keith.