They wore velvet caps on their heads below which hung their curly black or grey hair.

They carried large parchment scrolls under their arms--for the Sabbath was about to begin--slipped around with a dignified yet cunning manner, bargained here and there with shopkeepers or their wives, vanished behind the curtains and then reappeared.
When Jesus had for some time observed all this confusion from the threshold, anger overcame Him.

Pushing the traders aside with His arms, He cut Himself a way through.

At the nearest booth He snatched up a bundle of phylacteries, swung them over the heads of the crowd, and exclaimed so loudly that His voice was heard above everything: "Ye learned teachers and ye Temple guards, see how admirably you understand the letter of the Word! It is written in the Scriptures: My house is for prayer! And you have turned Solomon's Temple into a bazaar!" Hardly had He so spoken when He overturned a table with His hand, and upset several benches with His foot so that the goods fell in confusion to the ground under the feet of the crowd which began to give way.
They stared at one another speechless, and He continued to thunder forth: "My house shall be a holy refuge for the downcast and the suffering, said the Lord.

And you make it a den of assassins, and, with your passion for lucre, leave no place for men's souls.