When I thought on the ancient queen-folk, of the deeds and the life they led
Well I deemed it if all of the wicked among those old queens had all been born dead.
Yea, never to have seen the bright daylight, but to pass out in death as still-born.
But a new Jezebel has come into the world – let the righteous at this all make mourn.
As the old – so then too is this woman, latest incarnation of her
For she lives as she lived. And each wicked device she employs to grow her power.
Do not dine with, nor share in her counsel, nor regard her as ought but a foe:
If she hates you – ’tis best. For she never will rest, ’til she works upon others some woe.