Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
He bade his men bow for worship, and himself led the
prayer:
"Blessed art Thou, O Saviour of Israel, who didst break the violence
of the mighty by the hand of Thy servant David, and didst deliver up
the camp of the stranger into the hands of Prince Jonathan. Shut up now
this army of the invaders in the hands of this Thy people Israel, and
let them be confounded in all their host."
Scarcely had the muttered "Amens" ceased when the clatter of horsemen
was heard beyond the pass.
The Greeks were not aware of the presence of the Jews, since the latest
of their scout reports placed the patriots in unsuspicious ease behind
their city walls. They, therefore, moved incautiously into the narrow
valley of Bethzur.
Judas silently watched until their masses and armaments were at the
point where the hills gave them least freedom of movement, then his
signal poured suddenly the entire patriot army upon the advancing foe.
They struck the Greek column in front. When Lycias had succeeded in
deploying to meet the attack from that direction, his agile assailants
slipped to either side, and, scaling the hills, descended upon him as
a flood makes every depression its channel. Everywhere the Jews had
advantage of higher ground, each cubit of which was familiar to them.
They knew the outlet of every pathway, as deer know their runways to
water. Their captains had marked the rocks which companies of tens
or threes could use as breastworks. They had gauged the distance for
arrow or spear or slingstone between these natural forts and the
open spaces the foe must cross, so that their aim was unerring. The
Greeks, attempting to turn from the threatened impact in front, were
met at disadvantage by half-concealed Maccabæans, whose deadly shots
slaughtered them before they could locate the source of attack. Upon
the hastily formed roofs of linked shields, the noted phalanx of the
Greek, the Jews hurled great boulders, crashing through brass and bone.
The air was darkened with flying missiles, which dropped like a storm
of hail upon those in that open valley.
The cry "Mi-camo-ca-ba" echoed seemingly from the very sky. In their
blind rage to open ways of reaching the enemy or of flight, the Greeks
assailed one another, as the scorpion stings itself to death. Before
nightfall the army of Lycias was shattered beneath the strokes of the
Hammer of Israel.
Just previous to the battle Dion had asked permission to join in the
fray. Judas replied:
"I have no orders except for my own and kindred people. The victory
will be of the Lord, and that He will give only to the children of the
faith." He put his hand familiarly upon Dion's arm, as he added: "Had
old Gideon ben Sirach's tale ended differently, as I had hoped, I would
have given you command of a thousand men."
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