produced by ancient priestly men. A song with which Jews end the service of Shabbat morning, אֵין כֵּאלֹהֵינוּ, “There is none like our God,” ends problematically. There is none like our God: none ...
Ah, incense. As the priest rhythmically swings the censer, the aromatic smoke from the burning incense, with its sweet fragrance of frankincense and myrrh, rises and fills the sanctuary. Then the ...
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