Now it penetrated to the furthest corners, echoed hollowly in the vaulted roof. He was very sure that the air shook.
Still the cry went on, and with it further words. They were uttered in Latin. For your better understanding of the ritual I give you the translation. The utterance of the words came in curious waves of sound, rising, falling, beating through space; collecting, so it seemed, power and force, in their inexorable rhythm.
“Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!
Thou that dwellest in the spaceless void,
Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!
Thou that dwellest in the illimitable silence,
Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!
Bring to us thine aid.”
The voice fell to silence; a breath of wind swept through the Temple.
“Adonay! Adonay! Adonay!