Artwork by Daniel Kabakoff
Vayyetsei/Chapter 7, by Esther Cameron
Fleeing and seeking, Yakov fared alone
Forth from the tents where he had loved to dwell.
He came to a place of stones, just as night fell,
And dreamt with his head pillowed upon stone.
Later he rolled a stone from off a well
In Lavan’s land, that harsh and uncouth ground
From which to wrest his living he was bound
By his desire for the beauty of Rachel.
And Leah’s bounty, though unsought, he found,
And strength was given him to gain the sway
Over Lavan, and win his rightful pay,
And raise a crop of sons whose souls were sound;
Only Rachel made bold to bring away
Things of no good use, and was doomed that day.