Elijah's Curse

O son of Omri, Ahab, king
In Jacob! evil hast thou done
Above the kings before thee. None
Have served like thee the Cursed Thing.

O son of Omri, was it well.
To worship molten calves, but thou
Must also diadem the brow
Of Sidon's heathen Jezebel?

Moreover, thou hast let her rave
Against Jehovah's faithful seers
Till I alone, a child of tears,
Have 'scaped the slayer's bloody glaive.

Yea, lofty stones of Ashtar, and
A fane to Sidon's brazen Boast,
And altars to the starry host
Beside thine ivory palace stand.

Wherefore, O king, Jehovah saith,
I send thee neither rain nor dew
For years, till Israel shall rue
His wanton ways, and long for death.