"Oh, my descendant who reads this, tell the people to beware of false prophets! Call out to them in a loud voice: The false prophets have brought you low, O Israel!"
It was evident that the descendant fulfilled the command of his ancestor with conviction and unspeakable joy. Had he not himself felt the deep hatred towards the false sages? Why he considered them as such, he could not have told. His tongue was tied by want of knowledge, and his spirit, longing for light, had beaten against the walls of darkness in the midst of which he was imprisoned. Now he knew and understood; therefore from the depth of his heart he called out:
"Do not believe, O Israel, in your false sages."
The crowd grew noisy.
"Of whom does he speak?"
"Who are the false sages and prophets in Israel?"
"He speaks of our rabbis and learned men; abominable blasphemy comes out of his mouth."
"He throws only blame upon the children of Israel!"
"He bids us plough the soil in the land of bondage."
"Rabbi Nohim, the grandfather of Rabbi Isaak, said to our fathers: 'You shall not till the soil with your own hands in the land of bondage.'"