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There is no consistent view in classical rabbinical literature as to the order of the names ; the Jerusalem Targum, for example, argued that the names appeared in the order of the birth of each tribe's patriarch according to the Book of Genesis ; Maimonides argued that the names were all engraved on the first stone, with the words are the tribes of Jeshurun being engraved on the last stone ; kabbalistic writers such Hezekiah ben Manoah and Bahya ben Asher argued that only six letters from each name was present on each stone, together with a few letters from the names of Abraham, Isaac, or Jacob, or from the phrase are the tribes of Jeshurun, so that there were seventy-two letters in total ( 72 being a very significant number in Kabbalistic thought ).
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