Bathsheba

Wife to a king she didn't ask for

The body she had been blessed with he saw as his to claim 

Drenched in ceremonial waters

Trying to please her God

He saw a body worth taking

Not praising or worshiping as it should have been 

But stealing and defiling as it was

They called her seduction

The reason for his adultery

His weakness

Dealt a hand she didn't want to play

But was forced to

The mother of a child lost

Due to the king's sins

Not any fault of her own

But condemnation had the taste of her name on its lips anyway

Mother to the next king

He was her revenge for a life she didn't want to lead but had to as fate would have it 

Her God saw those ceremonial waters

And knew she was divine