Image of Julitta

Salutation to the memory of your name from the name of all your kindred, which is exceedingly great for the book, a likeness of the sea. Julitta, betrothed, to the star of Jacob, the beauty of her purity. Salutation upon the earth, and the word of praise upon the heights. A gift for you and for yours is fitting. Salutation to your hair, anointed with the oil of the blood of Samuel, which was washed away, and to your head, salutation, which received grace. The Most High of sanctification, God, when he sanctified you, saved you, Julitta, the body of the narcissus, the head, and gave a cool stream of water for you, turning your coolness. Salutation to your face, in the color of new life, within which are depicted the faces of the Trinity, the faces. The noblewoman, daughter Julitta, of your fathers the kings, who makes your second self, women, approach you, by grace and gift. Salutation to your eyebrows and to your eyes from sleep, which became wakeful for the acceptance of grievous suffering. Julitta, grant me a share of the inheritance of the future world. My world, the world now and today, the remnant of a dream will be forgotten, for it is a dream.

Salutation to your ears, pendants of gold, which are adorned; and to your cheeks, salutation, of the work of painting surpassing. Julitta, tell me for the sorrowful the news of joy and delight; and bless my years which have remained few; their multitude, however, has passed in error. Salutation to your nose, the fragrance of divinity, which is filled; and to your lips, smooth, which conceal enmity. Julitta, accept my hidden sins; for man has gone to and fro; he reveals hidden things which he has seen and heard. Salutation to your mouth, the ordinance of eloquence which is perfected; and to your teeth, salutation, which are like ivory. You have ascended above, Julitta, and you have descended into the depth; a stalk in the threshing-floor where it was cast and fell; the property of your house is my humanity and gold. Salutation to your tongue and to your speech, sanctification, which ever offer to the one who is the Trinity. Julitta, the crown of the year of mercy from the half; I have become like a moth to your garment, mother; blessing to me and praise to you.

Salutation to your breath, the comfort of the sick, the remedy; and to your throat, salutation, like the vine, the sign of the land of Cana. Julitta, martyr, as you stood within the mortar, the water of teaching extinguished your fire, and it partook of gold. From the fire of the mountain of Moses, which is Sinai. Salutation to your neck, a branch cut by the sword; and to your shoulders, salutation, the covering of the blood of martyrdom, a writing. Julitta, heaven, exalted in height, abundant; the strength of your wounds, clouds of sufferings, thousands; and your maturity, the dwelling of the flame of a bird. Salutation to your back, the whip of discipline, a struggle; and to your loins, salutation, the throne of the heart, a herald. Julitta, your heart was reconciled, broken, for it was a mercy; for my reconciliation, your strength, a garment, when the deceiver mocked me. Salutation to your bosom, the arch of pain which is strong; and to your hands, salutation, which accomplished the deed. Julitta, you became for my humanity a mirror; do not be shaken in the time of heat from the cedar of Lebanon, the leaf; and from the air, do not seek shade.

Salutation to your temples, the crown of faith, which are shorn; and to your neck, weighty, which severed the head of the free. Julitta, martyr.