Nisibis 32

The son of his voice, Rapqa, the sister of Laban, was not like him to that simple wisdom, to that hidden secret. By his own, Rapqa lived; by her own, Laban was lost. A crooked one: praises to the Knower of All. The simplicity that clung to him, to the elder who had led her, the high one saw that she was very mindful of Abram. He sent, he bartered, he led her and brought her into his treasury. Sin came forth from the house of the tombs and the splendors, and from the treasury of the pagans to that dwelling of the chaste. He — — — —

Their master was hidden and small, and they learned his crafts. And they resembled his forms, for not in their master was it much that the sons of his side, his disciples and his disciples, from their own were able to marvel at that which was his. For just as the doe is not like the ewe, so also the image is not like God. And the sister is not like her sister, though she is of her own kind, as you know, the firstborn. Praises to God, who was concealed in his name. And Jacob also, his heel was cast before her, a stone to the land that they hastened for him, his seed cast into her midst, so that his seed would not remain in the place of the seeds. It is truth that without cause he was cast, for he had bound his truth to falsehood and his holiness to impurity, and his sister to righteousness and his essence to disputation. Rapqa was for his simplicity, to receive her evil, and in his form with him she fell into the furnace. In the weapon that was slack, she turned his garment and his guilt. And when Esau was good, he was her son in her firstborn. She knew that he was firstborn for the seed of the true. And she was like a seer, he was a giver of life in his ways. Their master of the free ones dwelt within Esau. Rapqa was distressed, his victory for that which taught that something for something the sons of man do. And she called to the perfect one and she finished and clothed him. The finders of the secret of his own of the satan, that in all his own he was completely purified. And she finished and stripped him of the treasure of blessings. And she sought and supplied him that no wavering be left for her son of the left, that his side might not cause him to be lost.

And as her emptiness was filled from the wombs, she sent the perfect one hundred of simplicity, and she descended, took off again, and with her garments she clothed the void. His victory above and below, a support for the devourer. In all her entirety, his victory was in the wombs. His victory on the Sabbaths that came to his disciple, and she sent to the hunt, and hired and rejoiced. For the two youths, a type of the snares, which is suitable for both of them, that which draws the spirit.