| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Jephthah’s Daughter | | By Lord Byron |
| | | SINCE our country, our God—oh, my sire! | |
| Demand that thy daughter expire; | |
| Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow— | |
| Strike the bosom that’s bared for thee now! | |
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| And the voice of my mourning is o’er, | 5 |
| And the mountains behold me no more. | |
| If the hand that I love lay me low | |
| There cannot be pain in the blow! | |
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| And of this, O my father! be sure— | |
| That the blood of thy child is as pure | 10 |
| As the blessing I beg ere it flow, | |
| And the last thought that soothes me below. | |
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| Though the virgins of Salem lament, | |
| Be the judge and the hero unbent! | |
| I have won the great battle for thee, | 15 |
| And my father and country are free. | |
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| When this blood of thy giving hath gush’d, | |
| When the voice that thou lovest is hush’d, | |
| Let my memory still be thy pride; | |
| And forget not I smiled as I died. | 20 | | | |
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