Malkǝʾ-hymn to Nob

Salutation to the memory of your name, which was translated in gold; and salutation to your hair, in the tongue of the dawn and the noonday. To the prophet of Christ, Nob the martyr, whose existence is subtle. "Saul, Saul," it was said from the heaven of grace, a place of knowledge; the admonition called him; may your gift of lightning be mine. Salutation to your head, which a crown of heaven encircled; and to your luminous face, which proclaimed the sun, which it eclipsed. To the god of heaven, Nob, I believed in you when you said to him; to the hand of Apollo of Cenchreae, which in the likeness of a man he painted; before the rulers of the nations, you humbled his power. Salutation to the departure of your soul, like a bridegroom from his bridal chamber; and to the one who buried your body, the hand of Yolyos (Julius) himself. For the red sea, Nob, standing upon his chain; the angels of heaven prepared the commemoration of your death. Now they make praise for the Lord Christ. Salutation to the preparation of your body with the fragrance of myrrh, a marvel; and salutation to your tomb, within the city of Nekḥisa. Christ, Nob, abundant in greatness and glory; exchange by your mercy on the day of judgment and punishment; for my soul, from the high firmament, to Jerusalem.

How much understanding my heart has, the gift of the Holy Spirit, and it has it. Salutation to your form, now, with much abundance. The work of your God, Nob, which is wondrous in its revelation. More abundant than I, if you seek, I would offer. The widow's spindle is strong, but in my hand there is none. Salutation to you, wondrous child Nob, because of the name of the Son. The division of the clan you set apart in the lineage of the tribe, as if to destroy a foreign land. Salutation to you when they denied you freedom and appointed you three. From the endurance of suffering every day, your heart was troubled. Salutation to you: why do you rejoice at your own loss? For many are the errors, Nob, because of the sanctification. Your crown is pure of head. Salutation to you: the worship of the seventy gods you abandoned, Nob, for the gift of wisdom filled you. From the rising of the bright sun to the west, the peoples and nations magnified you.