Now where got they the faith, ask you! We will see presently." Esther here returned, bringing a number of rolls carefully enveloped in dark-brown linen lettered quaintly in gold.
"Keep them, daughter, to give to me as I call for them," the father said, in the tender voice he always used in speaking to her, and continued his argument: "It were long, good my master--too long, indeed--for me to repeat to you the names of the holy men who, in the providence of God, succeeded the prophets, only a little less favored than they--the seers who have written and the preachers who have taught since the Captivity; the very wise who borrowed their lights from the lamp of Malachi, the last of his line, and whose great names Hillel and Shammai never tired of repeating in the colleges.

Will you ask them of the kingdom?
Thus, the Lord of the sheep in the Book of Enoch--who is he?
Who but the King of whom we are speaking?
A throne is set up for him; he smites the earth, and the other kings are shaken from their thrones, and the scourges of Israel flung into a cavern of fire flaming with pillars of fire.

So also the singer of the Psalms of Solomon--'Behold, O Lord, and raise up to Israel their king, the son of David, at the time thou knowest, O God, to rule Israel, thy children....

And he will bring the peoples of the heathen under his yoke to serve him....

And he shall be a righteous king taught of God, ...