But this perplexing and contradictory people, superhuman and wretched,
the first and the last of all, the happiest and the most unhappy of all,
although it serves other nations, still dominates other nations with its
money and with its Bible. Although without a country of its own for
centuries, it is among the owners of all countries. Although it
crucified its greatest Son with His blood, it divided the history of the
world into two parts: and the progeny of those god-killers has become
the most infamous but the most sacred of all the peoples.
THE PROPHETS
Never was a people so warned as were the Jews, from the beginning of the
temporal kingdom to its dismemberment: in the great days of the
victorious Kings, in the sorrowful days of exile, in the evil days of
slavery, in the tragic days of the dispersion.
India has its ascetics, who hide themselves in the wilderness to conquer
the body and drown the soul in the infinite. China had its familiar
sages, peaceful grandfathers who taught civic morality to working people
and emperors. Greece had her philosophers, who in their shady porticos
contrived harmonious systems and dialectic pitfalls. Rome had its
lawgivers who recorded on bronze for the peoples and the centuries the
rules of the highest justice attainable to those who command and
possess. The Middle Ages had their preachers, who wore themselves out in
the effort to arouse drowsy Christianity to a remembrance of the Passion
and the terror of Hell. The Jewish people had the Prophets.
The Prophets did not give forth their prophecies in caves, spitting out
saliva and words together from their tripods. They spoke of the future,
but not merely of the future. They foretold things not yet happened, but
they also brought to mind the past. They possessed time in its three
phases; deciphering the past, illuminating the present and threatening
the future.
The Jewish Prophet is a voice speaking, or a hand writing, a voice
speaking in the palace of the King or in the caves of the mountains, on
the steps of the Temple and in the precincts of the capitol. He is a
voice that prays, a prayer that threatens, a threat that breaks out into
divine hope. His heart is afflicted, his mouth is full of bitterness,
his arm is raised, pointing out punishment to come; he suffers for his
people; because he loves his people, he vituperates them: he punishes
them that they may be purified; and after massacres and flames, he
teaches the resurrection and the life, triumph and blessedness, the
reign of the new David and the Covenant not to be broken.
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