Nisibis 31

On Bīṭōs, the bishop of Ḥārāṭ At the sound that preceded him, the Lord remembered the prayers of Abraham in Ḥārāṭ, of Jacob in Padan, and brought to your worshipper that he took and clothed himself in the sign of the cross, through his love for your beloved ones. The church: praises to the one who chose him, and he was pleasing in your fasts, and he cried out in your fasts, and he looked upon your appearance, and added much beauty. The ascetic who, with the whole region, completed his mouth. It is a custom, O Lord of Ḥārāṭ, that the house of Jacob should be oppressed. The oppression of his labors was foolish, and he stood as a judge, that he seized and brought in a sister in place of her sister. "It cannot be done thus in my land," said Laban. "Your custom is pleasing to you, that you alone are deceitful, and your land is pure and true; or, if your land is steeped in you, that which he exchanged for his wages ten times, and here and there he cast it, so that it might not again be of your land, so that the wages of what they cut off, they wronged, they deceived." He sent, he left his treasures, and he went up to contend with him who had endured his humiliations and his oppressions, who devoured the true and despised the beautiful, who, wakeful against the watcher, stood in the way and within Ḥārāṭ. He sinned in his hour against Laban, whose victory was of dream, and he brought a crown to that watcher, the reward of his wakefulness. He chose for himself the bald ones, he sinned and was justified by the white ones. He shaved your Piōsēs, who was to Laban in his changes. He is a storm of changes and a wheel of changes. His Lord saw his labor, and when he was wronged, he was silent, and when he was oppressed, he was patient, and when his prayers increased, he crowned him with victories. He who hears prayers.

The old man Eliezer, who descended and deceived his sister, Because he saw his poverty in all the gifts, he buried him. In Laban, he was clothed for the house and its inhabitants. Ten camels he loaded and brought all the blessings, That he might distribute to all the mouths, selling his freedom, And purchasing the poverty of Ḥārāṭ through his offerings. Also that one, adorned in face, with wisdom he stole the eye, For it is written that he gave to her father, and it is written that he gave to her mother. In Laban, he was sated and increased, for he was the one who made their tongue. His feast came, which seeks the prey of that companion of the crook, Who, sent, took the living staff of righteousness, Who was poor and healed his poverty in all the youths. He hindered him within the city, his companions in the feast. A man without God, how could he have ten? His daughters, he loaded, and upon what could he have mercy? The simple one, believe in his deceptions for the devourer, Because he hid himself in the name of Abraham. At the time, in the feast, he consumed the middle of his sin, And because he deceived through the race of Abraham, Jacob was the furnace in which his pain was revealed, And he became known through the changes of the elders of the house of Isaac. He boiled for him and did not hide his evil, which was troubled. The short one said, "Stop me, that it may be without goodness." Show that his desires were contrary to that of the gate. Jacob, who is the son of the elder, rejoiced in that elder, And his sale in the beginning for the joy that rejoices in her. The mourner stood before the mourner, the worshipper before his worshipper, Who was deprived suddenly and was established hastily.

He was pursued in fear and prayed in grief, And he was saved in wonder and rejoiced in abundance. Laban saw what you did to him, as if it were against him; He became for him in place of Jacob; he turned his deception. He made a covenant with him and pressed for its dissolution, and he weighed out, And he brought forth all the pure wool from that which was all pressed. He cut off the reed; he pointed to eternity; he separated; he pointed. To its depth he descended; he guards the height; he made a pure face. My prayer, my Lord, that it not be thus in your days, That the root of the bitter one be received, For the sweet one who tasted it, and when it is not equal, woe! How easy it is, my Lord, for the rulers who are not, The bound reeds, which are bent and become one, And which one fell, seeks, and which one stood, supports. For if the animals, the young of their species, For their species greatly receive mercy and sigh, And if they distinguish by their voices, proclaiming their pains, To the cities, my Lord, my joys in the penitents, That not a mourner, a father, greatly, a bereaved one, a father, That a mother without mercy to the cities is considered a father. How the heels strike the children of my father, behold, And the seekers of my species, behold, and the seekers of my truth in time, They are seen in your fruits, for they angered the farmer. Woe to the farmer who, with his lot, hail, And flood and downpour, all a new lot, The old one they bowed down; with servants he made a cry. Woe to the plowman whose beginning was ruined, A worm within the earth, and in the storehouse a moth, In its height, for that which is within, it consumed that which is without.

He was harmed in both, and grew rich in both. The seed for the son of your blessing filled the inner treasuries. New and old, he succeeded in his teaching. The new shepherd went out and they showed him the place of drink. The twisted and the blind, and they led them to the heights. They loved the wolves and thought that shepherd was the father. The eye of the enterer was deceived in the darkness. Their sight and their mind were struck by your pride. And they fell upon the shepherd and they showed his words. And the lambs and the wolves became one, they mingled in the lament. The sheep that called its companion, "My Lord is angry in the satan." That from the chosen lambs, the servant made lambs of the mighty. What was given to that shepherd of the sheep? The wolves would have changed what was given to the farmer. He gave the seeds to the wheat and he would have changed. Behold, for the priests, the portion that the wolves changed, And with them, the seeds, he is filling, behold, for the non-existent. With the wolves that became sheep and the thorns that became seeds. He helped the farmer whose work was the land, Thirsty, with springs, with healing and with irrigation. And with eloquent discourses and with mystical secrets, They became, in their branches, for water, for flight, For the sign that comes from afar to sing to you. David with songs and praise with responses, And the lowliness of the weight of his wing, and he filled the measure of his mouth. For the vigil and the praise, with the cithara of the vigil-keepers, With the cithara of the humble, they sought upon me, my Lord.