Nisibis 10

The voice of the locust was heard, and my children and my daughters were slain outside of me. Their roots were uprooted, and their children and their young were crushed, and their thorns were broken. Blessed is your discipline. The hunters were spreading nets from the locusts, who left their nests and fled to the wings. In the body they hunted the locusts. In the pattern of the hour that destroyed from the mountain, the bodies of those who were from the heat bowed and dissolved, and the thirst of the locusts. And instead of the springs of milk that were flowing for my children and my infants, milk flowed to the sucklings, and water to the needy. And the suckling fell and was scattered from its mother, for it had no one to nurse it, nor she to drink. The spirit ascended and died. How was your grace able to hold the veins of its springs, which cannot be covered, the floods of its locusts? And how did your grace take hold of its mercies, and its springs ceased from the people who were proud, who moistened their tongue? And there was a snare among them for their brothers, like a rich man who is proud, and there is no one who knows, who moistens his tongue. And as within the mountain, the strong ones were casting, and heat within the thirsty, the mountain was placing, and within them it was burning. Their bodies bowed and dissolved from the heat, and the thirsty turned to drink the earth with the moisture of their bodies. And the locust that was killing the inhabitants of the region with thirst turned to drink the moisture of the corpses that had bowed from thirst. How long will the people who are smitten by thirst see?

And the wall of water encircles it, but it cannot moisten its tongue. For it is in Sodom that my beloved were destroyed, and my children were slaughtered in the street of Sodom, which was in a single day. The street of the city is one hour, O Lord. In the drought, a bitter death, a bitter thread. After my lamentations and my bitter sorrows, there came another calamity that increased my mourning. The medicine for which I hoped was pain, a broken thing; the herb for which I plucked was bitter grief. He desires to do to me, and I hoped to ascend from within the whirlpool. His own whirlpool of the hundred is hateful to me, from that which is in the sea. For in my folly I thought that I had both gathered and ascended from within the abyss, but my sins cast me back into it. See, O Lord, my limbs: swords are sated with me, and arrows are fixed in my arms, and the points of javelins are planted on my sides. Tears are within the eyes and in the ears of hearing, and woe is within the mouth and lamentation within the heart. Do not add to me, O Lord.