Rejoice Mary, the Pascha of Adam

Rejoice, Mary, the Pascha of Adam, and the table of Eve, which is the bone of his side. For their salvation became through the resurrection of thy Son. In the month of thy passing, my Lady, which is not to be found like it. Who can be wearied, and who can be weary? Rejoice, Mary, daughter of Aaron and Moses, who is adorned in the courts and goes about in the valleys. For the power of thy miracle, this, when we approach praise, seal my end with the seal of the holy Trinity. The heads of the scorpions are cold, and we crush the viper. Rejoice, Mary, daughter of David and his son, flower of fragrance that ascended for Abraham from the root of his stalk. It greatly rejoices me, the news of thy miracle, each one. And the Jews, when they denied thy marvels, their living ones descended into hell. We praise thee, Mary, and we glorify thee continually, evening and morning, all the time. For the power of thy miracle, this, when we see together, for the heart of the wise angels, which they counsel, and for the infants, it reveals the secret.

I praise you, Mary, and the gift of grace in vain, for you have raised me, the earth of the earth, up to the height of the firmament. The raising of the poor and the lifting of the wretched at the time of his fall. Woe, woe to your heart, for its will is like that. Woe also to him for whom you have willed to intercede. Bind, Mary, those who bind me with deceit, and strike again those who strike me all. Show your miracle and for your Son by his word, he says, "Is it not the Lord who is there?" When swiftly upon him, he does not show his power. Come, Mary, with your Son the avenger, that you may swiftly cast down the head of the enemy and the adversary, for you are the mediator between the struck and the striker. Blessed is the man who sees the fall of his enemy, and blessed again is the one who hears your release. This is the time of your mercy and of your miracle, Mary, virgin full of mercy as a river. Until when shall I be amidst weeping and lamentation? O one who gives birth, you who bore the lamenter. O queen, with a cry, cry out for me now.

Moses the prophet, when his staff struck the serpent, performed a wonder, making it into wood. Greater than this is the power of your wonder, Queen of all, and where the cross of your Only One was planted, the armies of disease and death could not approach. Your fear, Mary, is the beginning of all knowledge, and your love is the foundation of wisdom and its completion. I praise your wonder with the word of psalm and harp. Within your wonder, my Lady, for one who has entered his soul, you have killed death and dried up Sheol. What have the priests of Haliba and Hala found? The wonders of the Lord that they have seen from the Tabernacle to Galilee. The priests of your house, Mary, dove of Galilee, while they believe in the power of your wonder, they move mountains and fill valleys. Where will the servant go when his heart is united with wisdom? By his ignorance he has increased the pain that afflicts him. But he who is joyful for love of you, who is joined to it, before your image, my Lady, at every moment raises his hand. His hope will be attained and his desire will be fulfilled.

Protect me by your wonder, and save me from death, as your Son saved Jonah son of Amittai from death. You are the days of rest, Mary, the Pentecost. From the power of weakness, the taste of death grows strong. The bread of your praise and the drink of your love. Feed me, Mary, the bread of your compassion, the bread of good understanding, and the wine of wisdom. If my sins have multiplied beyond the multitude, remember me, my Lady, with your extraordinary mercy, as you gave water to the thirsty heart. Mother of God, Mary, without confusion or mixture. Accept this small word of supplication that I have offered to you. Open for me the blessing of your mouth, the ointment of myrrh. For the poor man and for him whom distress has overtaken, "Open your bread, O Isaiah," he said. Swift helper, Mary, in time of distress and affliction, for the eye from the eyelid. You are the helper of Jacob in the house of Laban. In all her thought and in all her heart, the soul that loves you is chosen from the multitude.