Naomi : $b or the last days of JerusalemWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
History
Naomi : $b or the last days of Jerusalem
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Sieges -- Fiction
But while he was absorbed in gloomy thoughts, the trumpets of the
temple sounded long and loud, and reminded him that it was the hour
for the evening sacrifice, and that he must lay aside all worldly
feelings, and go forth to minister in the Lord's house. It was his
turn that day to officiate at the altar in the order of his course;
and no private business or private sorrow must be allowed to
interfere with his holy office. He therefore performed the necessary
ablutions and purifications, and assumed his priestly robes. The
trumpets sounded again, and he set forth towards the temple; and ere
he had ascended the broad flight of steps that led to the outer
court, the third and last summons pealed forth, and echoed from the
hills around, to call the inhabitants and the throngs of priests and
Levites to worship in that glorious house of God. The cheerfulness
and peace which usually marked the weekly festival of the Jewish
sabbath, had been interrupted and clouded that day by the news from
Jotapata; and the crowds of rich and poor, old and young, master and
slave, who had met without the gates to enjoy the day of rest, and
indulge, according to their custom, in social intercourse, had
hurried into the city to listen to the gloomy tidings. The dismay
and sorrow that had stricken so many families prevented the temple
service from being so numerously attended as usual, and delayed the
arrival of the congregation; so that Zadok entered the outer court
(or court of the Gentiles), and found the spacious area nearly
deserted. His spirit was sad, and he walked slowly through the
pillared cloisters that surrounded the court, and led to the stately
dwellings of the priests and ministering officers of the temple.
Beneath the alabaster porticoes and colonnades were the seats where
the elders and sages passed much of their time in instructing the
people, but they were now unoccupied. He passed on to the inner or
holy temple, and looked with melancholy pride and admiration on the
marble walls, the gold and silver gates, the ornaments of clustering
grapes, and pomegranates of glittering gold and brass, the cedar
roofs, and splendid hangings of purple and scarlet, and the altars of
rich incense that filled the air with the most exquisite perfumes,
and his naturally sanguine spirit was depressed. Even he felt that
the power of the Romans was becoming irresistible, and that ere long,
flushed with their Galilean victories, they would appear before the
walls of Jerusalem. With their divided and ill-governed troops, how
could the Jews hope to resist their countless and well-disciplined
forces? and should they once more gain access into the holy and
beloved city, urged on by revenge and fury, where would their ravages
cease? and what would be the fate of the sacred building in which he
stood? Its beauty and its sanctity might fail to preserve it from
the destroying hands of the idolaters, though every son of Israel
were to shed his blood in its defence.
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