“O Lord, God of my father Simeon, who gave into his hand a sword for taking revenge on strangers; who opened the womb of a virgin to defilement, uncovered her thigh to disgrace, and polluted the womb to reproach her; for although you said such a thing ought not to happen, still they did it.
You lay your flanks at women, and you were brought into subjection by your body. You put disgrace in your honor, and you profaned your seed, making wrath come upon your children; and I was pierced at your folly—
And on the fifteenth day of Chislev, on the one hundred and forty-fifth year, they built an abomination of desolation on the altar, and in the cities around Judah, they built altars. And at the windows of their houses and in the streets, they burned incense.
And many in Israel were in suspense and determined among themselves not to eat what was common. And they chose to die so that they might not be defiled by the food and not profane the holy covenant, and they died.
But not being satisfied with these things, he dared to enter into the most holy temple of all the earth, having as a guide Menelaus, who had become a betrayer even of the laws and of his native land, and took the sanctuary vessels with polluted hands, and with profane hands swept up the things …