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But letters sent in the king’s name and signed with his ring, by the custom of the realm, none must ever revoke.✻ Write rather in my name, under the royal seal, orders for the Jewish people to obey, in whatever sense likes you best. (Esther 8, 8)
So, on the twenty-third day of the third month, Siban, they summoned notary and scribe of the royal household, and at Mardochaeus’ bidding they issued orders to the Jewish people. Letters were sent to all the chieftains, governors and judges who ruled the hundred and twenty-seven provinces between India and Ethiopia, written to each province or tribe in the characters it used and in the language it spoke; to the Jews, in their own characters and their own language. (Esther 8, 9)
As each tribe, city and province received the royal letter, there was feasting and carousal and holiday; and many there were, of alien race and alien creed, that submitted themselves to Jewish rite and observance; such terror the name of Jewry struck into their hearts. (Esther 8, 17)
judge and governor and chieftain, ruler and administrator everywhere had no praise too high for the Jewish people, for dread of Mardochaeus; (Esther 9, 3)
So Mardochaeus wrote to all the king’s Jewish subjects, near and far, (Esther 9, 20)
how Mardochaeus, a Jew, became next in rank to the king himself, a great name among Jewish names, a man well loved by his fellows, that sought his people’s good and brought blessings on their race.… (Esther 10, 3)
I dreamt of nations mustering for battle; these were the men that would have blotted out the Jewish name. (Esther 10, 8)
Meanwhile, the race this inhuman wretch had marked down for slaughter, the Jewish race, proves to have deserved no blame whatever. The laws they follow are just; (Esther 16, 15)
a night doomed to exile, a night that never wakes the sound of praise. (Job 3, 7)
Now God has reprieved me from death’s exile, I am to live still, and see the light. (Job 33, 28)
Comfort this earthly exile; do not refuse me the knowledge of thy will. (Psalms 118, 19)
Gone out into a land of exile, of thy covenant I make my song. (Psalms 118, 54)
