From Laban his uncle he went
Increased in goods, flock and progeny
Yet around the plains lurked the enemy
Esau whose wrath Rebekah foresaw
Twenty years had not dimmed bitterness
Rage still burned bright like an evil flame
Jacob like a man wanted to play his game
Against an armed band-results would not be same
Jacob divided his flocks and sent them ahead
Would a present pacify patient wrath?
Stored and silently stoked by a peeved brat?
Time was scarce, Jacob could do no more than that