Two nations waged war in Rivka’s womb
Try as she might, it was not under stood
Rivka asked of HaShem, what can this mean
The answer, forthcoming, the younger will be sovereign
He pushed his way out, grasping Esau’s heel
The older, though brawnier, was not his equal.
Red hued and hairy, hunting inclined
The younger more studious, Torah learned and fine
Esau came from the hunt and yelled “give me that stew”
For that bowl of lentils, I’ll give up my birthright to you”
And then was the story of Isaac’s 3 wells
Which the Philistines kept filling with dirt and with stones
And Abimelech spied Isaac and Rivka sporting
“She can’t be his sister, the way they are courting”!
Back to the brothers, Esau and Jacob
Jacob the one that Rivka favoured
Rivka devised a wily plan
To delude her old husband , already a blind man.
“Dress in these goat skins, and take Yitzhak the meat, this plan is the way Esau to defeat,
You will get Isaac’s blessing, which is your due
It is your good character which must come through”.
And so it did happen, Rebecca was wise, her plan came to fruition, Jacob’s identity disguised
Jacob received the brocha for which he was fated, and aroused Esau’s anger, now his brother he doubly hated
So Jacob fled to his uncle Laban
From out of the fire he jumped in the pan
To Padan Aram, to marry Laban’s daughter
He obeyed his father and mother like he oughta
But Esau-he thought he better do that too-and married Machlath, daughter of his nephew
This was in addition to his other wives
They certainly led complicated lives
Like father and mother
This whole radical bunch
What the Torah relates , is the stuff of Freudian lunch!
By Jacqi Waltz