There was no rest for the dead at B’nai Israel Cemetery.

Relatives of the interred, their heads bowed, some wiping away tears, walked slowly though their family plots yesterday at the venerable burial ground in Northeast Baltimore, grimly taking stock of the damage done by vandals to more than 150 tombstones: many knocked to the ground, some split in half.

“It’s the second time they’ve busted my father’s tombstone,” said Harold Postol, eyes brimming with sorrow, his cheeks glistening on the cold, sunny morning. “Why? What is the reason to bother the dead? They’re not bothering anyone.”