This was the man who uttered the cries, and these were the words he spoke: "A voice from the East! a voice from the West! a voice from the four Winds! a voice against Jerusalem and against the Temple! a voice against the bridegrooms and the brides! a voice against the whole people! Woe, woe to Jerusalem!" Now he was upon them, yes, and marching through them as though he saw them not, although they shrank to one side and the other of the narrow street to avoid the touch of this ominous, unclean creature who scarcely seemed to be a man.
"Fellow, what do these words mean ?" cried Benoni in angry fear.

But, taking no heed, his pale eyes fixed upon the heavens, the wanderer answered only, "Woe, woe to Jerusalem! Woe to you who come up to Jerusalem!" So he passed on, still uttering those awful words, till at length they lost sight of his naked form and the sound of his crying grew faint and died away.
"What a fearful greeting is this!" said Miriam, wringing her hands.
"Ay!" answered Nehushta, "but the farewell will be worse.

The place is doomed and all in it." Only Caleb said, striving to look unconcerned: "Have no fear, Miriam.

I know the man.

He is mad." "Where does wisdom end and madness begin ?" asked Nehushta.
Then they went on towards the gates of the Temple, always through the same blood-stained, empty streets..