"Now they ended up on the roof, on the highest point of the Temple, and below them was fire and Romans. They heard the cries of the dying, hoarse singing of the legions, and from the Upper city ? relentless scream. Then their hunger started to cause visions. Moving in the unison, as it is prescribed, they were singing victory songs from Torah. They were pulling gold sharp object attached to the roof for protection against birds, and were throwing them at Romans. They were laughing, standing above the fire, and above them was YHWH, and they felt HIS breathing. When there was time to offer a blessing, they raised their hands, spread their fingers, as prescribed, and screamed the words through the crackling of fire, after that ? the Shma, and they felt lightness and holiness in their hearts. When they finished, Nittay took the heavy keys from the big gates of the Temple, raised them, so that all saw them and screamed: - O Yahweh, you did not find us worthy to administer your house! Then, O Yahweh, take your keys back! He threw the keys up, and screamed ? Do you see, do you see the hand?!?! And everybody saw, how a hand came from the skies, and grabbed the keys. Then the beams gave way, the roof collapsed, and they found their death to be a blessing." Lion Feuchtwanger. Der judischer Krieg. Loose translation by me.
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from the article: Preparing for the next war