Image of Phanuel

Salutation to your nature, together with the angels, while you are before and while you are behind. Chaser of demons, Phanuel, from above men always. Drive them out, the demons, and show them loss, so that they may not do to me, my dwelling. By the divinity of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, my mouth began and composed. A hymn of Phanuel the angel, and of his image, a homily. If above my tongue it were, Phanuel, come, help me, and instruct me quickly, while I take and begin your name. Salutation to your mission from God the King, on the third of the month of Taḫśaś. Chief of angels, Phanuel, wearer of the crown of the Spirit. Awaken me from my sleep to your new praise, and help me in body and soul. Salutation to the memory of your name, whose taste is marvelous, and sweeter again to Adam than the memory of his name. Phanuel, you are the refuge of all people. You, among the angels who are sealed with you, the Trinity, your lords, chose and appointed.

Salutation to the hair of your head and to your head, the radiance of light. And to your face, lightning that flashes for the eye. Chief of priests, Phanuel, fragrant with the incense of aid. Your sword is sharp, O Lord, against my enemy Satan, and may it cover my face from the face of shame. Salutation I speak to what stands of your form, and to your image I offer homage and salutation. Phanuel, your memory is strong from the canon of the law. Clothe me with your touch, the flesh of divinity, so that it may remove pain from above me. What praise can I praise you, O praised one? And what sanctity can I sanctify you, O holy one? For I have chosen you as father and I have chosen you as spirit. Phanuel, grant me your grace, grace without deed or exploit that justifies the soul. Friends of an earthly king dwell near their king, for the sake of favor and honor that is due to their beloved ones. Phanuel, plead from the Lord of all, that in my distress he may comfort me with his word, and in my death his mercy may find me.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I have composed a hymn of honor for Phanuel and a homily on his image. If my tongue were above, it would be sweet. Phanuel, help me and save me, swiftly, while you are above, seize and I will flee. Salutation to your creation together with the angels, while you are before and while you are after, the driver away of demons. Phanuel, from above mankind, always drive away the demons and show them a sickle, that they may not make me their dwelling. A dove of an earthly king, where their king dwells, for the sake of love and honor for their beloved ones, they ask like them. Phanuel asked on my behalf of the Lord of all, when my affliction troubles me with his word, and when my affliction again reaches me, mercy.