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ܗ ܡܶܢܶܗ ܒܰܪ ܩܳܠܶܗ
ܡܛܰܐܘܢܝ̱ ܙܰܒ̈ܢܶܐ
ܡܶܢ ܙܰܕܺܝ̈ܩܶܐ
ܘܠܳܐ ܐ̱ܢܳܫ ܬܰܒܪܰܢܝ̱
ܐܰܝܟ ܒܰܪ ܡܰܪܝܰܡ
ܗܳܐ ܓܶܝܪ ܐܶܠܺܝܳܐ ܡܺܝܬܳܐ ܐܰܚܺܝ
ܘܳܐܦܶܢ ܗܽܘ ܦܠܰܛ ܡܶܢ ܐܺܝ̈ܕܰܝ
ܗܘܳܐ ܠܺܝ ܒܳܬܪܶܗ ܒܽܘܝܳܐܳܐ
ܕܡܺܝܬܳܐ ܕܰܐܚܺܝ ܐܰܥܕܺܝܬܶܗ
ܡܶܢ ܐܶܠܺܝܫܰܥ ܒܰܪ ܫܳܦܰܛ
ܫ̈ܰܒܛܶܐ ܒܶܠܥܶܬ ܬܪ̈ܶܝܢ ܓܶܝܪ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܺܝܢ ܐܰܚܺܝ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܒܚܰܕ ܫܰܒܛܳܐ ܗܶܦܟܰܬ ܕܒܰܪ̱ܬ ܠܰܢܒܺܝܳܐ
ܐܳܦ ܠܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܕܰܐܚܺܝ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܥܽܘܢܺܝܬܳܐ: ܒܪܺܝܟ ܕܰܨܪܳܐ ܩܰܒܪ̈ܶܝܗ̇ ܕܰܫܝܽܘܠ ܒܝܰܕ ܩܳܠܶܗ
ܩܶܢܛܶܬ ܡܶܢܶܗ
ܕܓܰܚܙܰܝ ܕܰܚܙܺܝܬ
ܟܰܕ ܣܳܡ ܚܽܘܛܪܳܐ
ܠܥܶܠ ܡܶܢ ܛܰܠܝܳܐ
ܫܰܩܠܶܗ ܓܰܢܒܳܐ ܠܚܽܘܛܪܳܐ ܘܰܥܛܰܦ
ܐܶܬܳܐ ܐܠܺܝܫܰܥ ܐܶܬܟܰܦܰܦ
܀܀܀
English
He was silent, his son, at his voice.
The sacrifices of the righteous were brought near,
and I did not taste the breaking of my covenant,
like the son of Mary.
For behold, Elijah, the dead man, my brother,
and also he escaped from my hands.
I went after him in lamentation
over the dead man, my brother, whom I had buried.
From Elisha, son of Shaphat,
the tribes swallowed up two dead men, my brother, it was.
With one tribe you turned the daughter of the servant
also for the dead men, my brother, it was.
A cry: Blessed is he who closed her graves of Sheol by his voice.
A little from him
of Gehazi, whom I saw
when he placed the staff
over the youth.
The man took the staff and turned.
Elisha came and bowed down.
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ܘܰܙܥܰܪ ܥܰܡ ܛܰܠܝܳܐ ܘܺܝܪܶܒ
ܘܰܠܟܳܐ ܘܰܠܟܳܐ ܗܰܠܶܟ ܬܽܘܒ
ܬܰܘܪܰܬ ܠܺܝ ܒܐ̱ܪ̈ܳܙܶܐ ܚ̈ܰܕܬܶܐ
ܕܰܚܙܺܝܬ ܬܰܡܳܢ ܕܚܰܕ ܛܰܠܝܳܐ ܒܰܠܚܽܘܕ ܐܰܚܺܝܘ
ܛܽܘܒܰܝ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܟܰܕ ܐ̱ܪ̈ܳܙܶܐ ܗ̱ܘܰܘ
ܘܠܳܐ ܗܳܫܳܐ ܕܰܡܪܰܕܘ̱ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܘܰܙܟܰܐܽܘܢܝ̱
ܡܽܘܫܶܐ ܕܰܚ̇ܙܺܝܬ
ܙܺܝܘܳܐ ܪܰܒܳܐ
ܥܰܠ ܦܰܪܨܽܘܦܶܗ
ܩܶܢܛܶܬ ܡܶܢܶܗ
ܠܰܘ ܕܶܝܢ ܐܰܝܟ ܡܳܐ ܕܩܳܢܶܛ ܗܘܺܝܬ ܓܶܕܫܰܢܝ̱
ܢܺܝܣܳܢ ܒܰܫܝܽܘܠ ܐܰܘܥܺܝ ܠܺܝ
ܪܥܺܝܬ ܓܶܝܪ ܪܳܥܼܝܳܐ ܕܰܫ̈ܠܰܕܶܐ
ܕܶܐܠܦ̈ܶܐ ܫܶܬܡܳܐܐ ܕܰܢܦܼܰܠܘ̱ ܗ̱ܘܰܘ
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܫܺܝܛܳܐ ܘܡܰܟܺܝܟܳܐ
ܕܰܒܣܺܝܬ ܥܠܰܘܗ̱ܝ ܠܡܰܪ̈ܥܶܐ ܘܠܰܟܪ̈ܺܝܗܶܐ ܐܰܚܠܶܡ
ܠܰܐܚܪ̈ܺܢܶܐ ܠܰܚܡܳܐ ܐܰܣܓܺܝ
ܘܠܰܚܡܰܢ ܕܺܝܠܰܢ ܡܶܢ ܦܽܘܡܰܢ ܚܳܛܶܦ ܠܶܗ
ܚܠܽܘܠܳܐ ܪܰܒܳܐ
ܗܳܘܶܐ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܒܰܫܝܽܘܠ
ܟܰܕ ܒܳܠܥܰܬ ܗܘܳܬ
ܠܰܕܒܶܝܬ ܩܽܘܪܳܚ
ܒܶܣܡܳܐ ܪܰܒܳܐ ܥܒܰܕ ܠܺܝ ܣܳܛܳܢܳܐ
ܕܰܥܒܰܕ ܣܶܕܩܳܐ ܒܰܠܘ̈ܳܝܶܐ
ܡܰܒܽܘܥܳܐ ܕܚܰܠܒܳܐ ܘܕܶܒܫܳܐ
ܐܰܪܕܺܝ ܠܺܝ ܒܰܐܬܪܳܐ ܨܰܗܝܳܐ
ܕܰܟܢܽܘܫ̈ܳܬܳܐ ܕܥܰܘ̈ܳܠܶܐ
ܢܚܼܶܬ ܠܳܗ̇ ܠܰܫܝܽܘܠ ܗܳܐ ܚܰܝܰܘ ܙܰܕܺܝ̈ܩܶܐ ܘܰܢܦܼܰܩܘ̱
ܡܽܘܫܶܐ ܚ̈ܰܝܶܐ ܐܰܚܶܬ ܠܳܗ̇
ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܕܶܝܢ ܢܰܚܶܡ ܘܰܐܣܶܩ ܠܰܕܡܺܝ̈ܬܺܝܢ
ܛܽܘܒܰܝ ܗܘܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ
ܒܝܰܘܡ̈ܰܝ ܛܰܢܳܢ̈ܶܐ
ܕܰܒܣܰܝ̈ܦܰܝܗܽܘܢ
ܡܶܬܒܰܣܰܡ ܗܘܺܝܬ
ܦܺܝܢܚܶܣ ܛܰܢܳܢܳܐ ܕܥܼܰܨ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܝܰܗ̱ܒ ܠܺܝ
ܒܪܺܝܫܳܐ ܕܢܶܝܙܟܶܗ ܒܽܘܣܳܡܳܐ
ܠܰܙܡܪܝ̱ ܘܠܟܽܘܣܳܒܝ̱ ܐܰܟܚܰܕ
ܒܪܺܝܫܳܐ ܕܪܽܘܡܚܶܗ ܐܰܘܫܶܛ ܠܺܝ
ܠܡܰܢܽܘ ܟܰܝ ܬܪ̈ܶܝܢ ܬܰܘܪ̈ܺܝܢ
ܕܦܰܛܡܳܐ ܡܶܢ ܡܬܽܘܡ ܒܪܺܝܫܳܐ ܕܢܺܝܙܟܳܐ ܐܶܬܩܰܪܰܒܘ̱
ܚܠܳܦ ܕܶܝܢ ܟܽܘܣܳܒܝ̱ ܒܰܪ̱ܬ ܪ̈ܺܝܫܳܢܶܐ
ܠܒܰܪ̱ܬ ܝܽܘܳܐܪܳܫ ܚܼܛܰܦ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܡܶܢ ܐܺܝܕ̈ܰܝ
ܦܺܝܪܡܶܗ ܕܰܐܗܪܽܘܢ
ܡܰܕܚܶܠ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܠܺܝ
ܕܩܳܡ ܒܶܝܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
English
He grew up with the child and increased.
And here and there he went again.
You gave me a new revelation,
that I saw the wonder of a single child, my brother alone.
Blessed was I when there were mysteries,
and not now that the dead have rebelled and conquered me.
The vision I saw—
a great radiance
upon his face.
A fragment from him—
not as I used to cut off from my own fortune.
He came to me in Sheol, he entered for me.
For I saw the Shepherd of the Corpses,
thousands of thousands who had fallen.
This one, gentle and humble,
on whom I rested for the sick and the infirm—he healed.
For the others he multiplied bread,
and from the bread of his own mouth he snatched it away.
A great destruction
was in Sheol,
when it swallowed
the house of Korah.
A great delight made me, the adversary,
who did righteousness among the mourners.
A spring of milk and honey
watered for me in a dry place,
so that the thorns of the wicked
brought down to Sheol—behold, the lives of the righteous went out.
The vision of life brought down to her.
Jesus, however, warmed and raised up the dead.
Blessed was I, then,
in the days of the slaughters,
that by their swords
I was delighted.
Phinehas, the slaughterer who was angry, gave me
the head of Zimri with his spear in delight.
For Zimri and Cozbi together
he stretched out to me the head of his lance.
For Ma'aku, the two bulls
of Patma from Metom, approached with the head of a spear.
Instead of Cozbi, the daughter of the princes,
Jesus snatched the daughter of Jairus from my hands.
The terror of Aaron
frightened me,
who stood among the dead.
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ܠܚܰܝ̈ܶܐ ܘܰܙܟܼܳܢܝ̱
ܨܠܺܝܒܳܐ ܝܰܬܺܝܪ ܡܶܢܶܗ ܡܶܕܚܰܠ ܠܺܝ
ܕܨܳܪܝ ܐܶܢܽܘܢ ܩܰܒܪ̈ܶܐ ܕܰܫܝܽܘܠ
ܙܩܺܝܦܳܐ ܕܒܶܗ ܗܽܘ ܩܳܛܶܠ ܗܘܺܝܬ
ܗܳܫܳܐ ܒܶܗ ܗܽܘ ܐܶܬܩܰܛܠܶܬ
ܠܰܘ ܣܰܓܽܝ ܪܰܒ ܟܽܘܐܳܪܶܗ
ܕܰܐܝܢܳܐ ܕܚܳܐܶܒ ܡܶܢ ܓܰܢ̱ܒܳܪܳܐ ܕܰܡܙܰܝܶܢ
ܒܺܝܫ ܠܺܝ ܟܽܘܳܐܪܰܝ ܡܶܢ ܫܽܘܢܳܩܝ̱
ܕܰܒܓܰܒܪܳܐ ܙܩܺܝܦܳܐ ܚܳܒܶܬ ܥܰܙܺܝܙܽܘܬܝ̱
ܪܽܘܡܚܶܗ ܕܦܺܝܢܚܶܣ
ܬܽܘܒ ܐܰܕܚܶܠܬܳܢܝ̱
ܕܒܳܗ̇ ܗܽܘ ܒܚܰܪܒܶܗ
ܟܠܳܐ ܡܰܘܬܳܢܳܐ
ܪܽܘܡܚܳܐ ܢܛܰܪܬܶܗ ܠܺܐܝܠܳܢܳܐ ܕܚܰܝ̈ܶܐ
ܐܰܦܨܰܚܬܳܢܝ̱ ܐܳܦ ܐܰܟܡܰܪܬܳܢܝ̱
ܕܰܟܠܳܬ ܠܳܐܕܳܡ ܡܶܢ ܚܰܝ̈ܶܐ
ܘܰܟܠܳܬ ܡܰܘܬܳܐ ܡܶܢ ܥܰܡܳܐ
ܪܽܘܡܚܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ ܕܰܒܠܰܥ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ
ܐܶܢܳܐ ܚܫܶܬ ܒܳܗ̇ ܗܼܽܘ ܒܳܠܼܰܥ ܘܶܐܢܳܐ ܡܰܝܠܶܠ
܀܀܀
English
To life and victory.
The cross terrified me more than it should,
so that I looked into the graves of Sheol.
The crucified one, by whom I used to kill,
now by him I am killed.
Not great is the reproach
that a sinner receives from the hero who arms himself.
Worse for me is my reproach than my shame,
that in the crucified man I lost my strength.
The spear of Phinehas
again terrified me,
that by his sword
he held back the deaths.
The spear that guarded the tree of life
made me rejoice and also made me bitter,
that it kept Adam from life
and kept death from the people.
The spear, then, that swallowed Joshua—
I saw it, and it was that which swallowed and I saw and lamented.
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ܢܦܰܩܘ̱ ܡܶܢܶܗ ܡܰܝ̈ܳܐ ܘܰܕܡܳܐ
ܣܚܼܳܐ ܐܳܕܳܡ ܘܰܚܝܳܐ ܘܰܦܢܳܐ ܠܦܰܪܕܰܝܣܳܐ
ܗ̱ܘܰܘ ܠܺܝ ܦܽܘ̈ܡܶܐ
ܙܳܕܽܘ̈ܩܳܝܶܐ
ܘܕܰܪܫܰܘ ܥܰܡܶܗ
ܐܰܝܟ ܡܶܢ ܪܶܥܝܳܢܝ̱
ܕܠܳܐ ܠܰܡ ܐܺܝܬ ܚܰܝܰܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܠܰܓܡܰܪ
ܬܼܳܢܶܐ ܠܗܽܘܢ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܦܶܬܓܳܡܳܐ
ܕܶܐܢܳܐ ܒܰܠܚܽܘܕ ܪܶܓܫܶܬ ܒܶܗ
ܡܶܢ ܣܰܢܝܳܐ ܩܼܥܳܐ ܘܰܐܥܺܝܩܰܢܝ̱
ܕܶܐܢܳܐ ܐ̱ܢܳܐ ܠܰܡ ܐܰܠܳܗܶܗ
ܕܗܰܘ ܐܰܒܪܳܗܳܡ ܘܰܐܠܳܗܳܐ ܠܳܐ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܕܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܛܽܘܒܰܝ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܟܰܕ ܡ̈ܶܠܶܐ ܗܘ̈ܰܝ
ܘܠܳܐ ܕܚܰܘܶܝܢܝ̱ ܚܰܝܰܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܒܰܥܒܳܕܳܐ
ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܒܰܪܢܽܘܢ
ܡܰܠܟ̈ܶܐ ܬܠܳܬܺܝܢ
ܩܰܒܪ̈ܶܐ ܘܢܶܩ̈ܥܶܐ
ܚܼܪܰܒ ܘܰܡܠܳܐ ܠܺܝ
ܐܰܚܪܶܒ ܠܺܐܝܪܺܝܚܽܘ ܘܰܡܠܳܐ ܠܰܫܝܽܘܠ
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܕܶܐܬܳܐ
ܐܰܚܪܶܒ ܩܰܒܪ̈ܶܐ ܡܶܢ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܘܰܡܠܳܐ ܟܰܪ̈ܟܶܐ ܥܶܠܳܝ̈ܶܐ
ܠܡܳܢܳܐ ܟܰܝ ܟܰܕ ܗܳܐ ܕܳܡܶܝܢ
ܒܰܫܡ̈ܳܗܰܝܗܽܘܢ ܠܳܐ ܕܳܡܶܝܢ ܒܣܽܘܥܪ̈ܳܢܰܝܗܽܘܢ
ܗܰܘ ܝܰܗ̱ܒ ܠܺܝ ܦܰܓܪܶܗ ܕܰܥܟܰܪ
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ ܐܰܥܕܺܝ ܦܰܓܪܶܗ ܕܠܳܥܳܙܳܪ
ܡܽܘܫܶܐ ܒܥܰܛܶܗ
ܠܗܰܘ ܡܶܨܪܳܝܳܐ
ܒܡܰܟܽܝܟܽܘܬܶܗ
ܚܠܰܛ ܟܽܐܢܽܘܬܶܗ
ܡܶܢ ܐܰܝܟܳܐ ܟܰܝ ܢܳܡܽܘܣܳܐ ܚܰܕܬܳܐ ܢܒܼܰܥ ܠܺܝ
ܕܰܡܚܳܐ ܠܳܟ ܠܰܡ ܥܰܠ ܦܰܟܳܟ
܀܀܀
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Water and blood came out from him.
Adam bathed, lived, and entered Paradise.
I had mouths,
justifying ones,
and they argued with him
according to my mind,
that there is no life of the dead for the body.
Jesus gave a word to them:
“Fear only the sensation in him.”
From the helper a voice cried out and distressed me:
“Fear, fear the God of him,
that Abraham and God are not of the dead.”
Blessed was he when words were,
and the life of the dead did not frighten me in deed.
Jesus, son of Nun,
thirty kings,
graves and ruins—
he destroyed and filled for me.
He destroyed Jericho and filled Sheol.
Now then Jesus who came
destroyed graves from the dead
and filled upper towns.
Why then, when they are similar
in their names, are they not similar in their deeds?
He who gave me his body of the poor—
now then he removed the body of Lazarus.
Moses with his staff,
that Egyptian,
in his humility
he overcame his anger.
From where then does a new law seek me,
that strikes you not on the cheek?
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ܐ̱ܚܪܺܢܳܐ ܦܰܟܳܟ ܐܰܬܩܶܢ ܠܶܗ
ܘܰܚܙܺܝ ܠܰܡ ܕܰܠܡܳܐ ܬܶܣܢܶܝܘܗ̱ܝ
ܚܠܳܦ ܛܰܢܳܢܳܐ ܥܰܙܺܝܙܳܐ
ܕܰܒܥܰܛ ܘܰܩܛܰܠ ܚܰܢܳܢܳܐ ܚܰܕܬܳܐ ܕܢܰܚ ܠܰܢ
ܫܡܽܘܐܶܝܠ ܠܰܐܓܳܓ ܕܦܳܫܰܚ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܕܶܝܢ ܠܗܰܘ ܕܰܡܫܰܪܺܝ ܐܰܣܺܝ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܡܪܰܚܡܳܢܽܘܬܳܐ
ܕܰܐܝܟ ܙܶܥܪܰܬ ܗܘܳܬ
ܒܗܰܘ ܙܰܒܢܳܐ
ܗܳܐ ܣܶܓܝܰܬ ܠܳܗ̇
ܘܺܐܝܬ ܬܽܘܒ ܐܰܝܟܳܐ ܕܡܶܣܢܳܐ ܣܳܢܝܳܐ ܗܘܳܬ
ܕܢܶܥܒܰܪ ܐ̱ܢܳܫ ܥܰܠ ܦܽܘܩܕܳܢܳܐ
ܕܠܳܐ ܪ̈ܳܚܡܺܝܢ ܓܶܝܪ ܐܶܬܩܰܛܰܠܘ̱
ܫܳܐܽܘܠ ܘܳܐܚܳܒ ܥܰܠ ܕܰܨܒܰܘ
ܠܰܡܪܰܚܡܽܘ ܥܰܠ ܒܺܝ̈ܫܶܐ
ܘܠܳܐ ܐܶܬܩܰܛܰܠܘ̱ ܕܚܰܝܳܒܺܝܢ ܗ̱ܘܰܘ ܦܽܘܪܥܳܢܳܐ
ܠܰܙܒܰܢܝ̱ ܕܺܝܠܝ̱ ܗܰܦܟܶܗ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ
ܕܟܽܠ ܐ̱ܢܳܫ ܠܰܡ ܢܺܚܶܐ ܘܢܺܚܽܘܢ ܩܳܛܽܘܠܶܗ
ܕܟܺܝܪ ܗܽܘ ܫܶܡܫܽܘܢ
ܓܽܘܪܝܳܐ ܕܰܐܪܝܳܐ
ܕܰܬܒܰܪ ܝܰܗܒ ܠܺܝ
ܥܪ̈ܳܕܶܐ ܕܦܶܠܫܰܬ
ܐܳܦ ܗܰܘ ܪܰܒܳܐ ܚܰܝܠܳܐ ܐܰܒܢܺܝܪ ܒܰܪ ܢܺܝܪ
ܛܰܒܝܳܐ ܨܳܕ ܠܺܝ ܩܰܠܺܝܠܳܐ
ܠܰܥܫܳܐܶܝܠ ܒܰܪ ܨܽܘܪܳܝܳܐ
ܕܰܡܚܳܝܗ̱ܝ ܘܰܫܕܳܝܗ̱ܝ ܥܰܠ ܐܰܪܥܳܐ
ܐܳܦ ܒܰܢܝܳܐ ܒܗܰܝܟܰܠ ܩܽܘܕܫܳܐ
ܩܰܛܠܶܗ ܠܝܽܘܐܳܒ ܟܺܐܢܳܐܺܝܬ ܐܰܝܟ ܡܳܐ ܕܰܟܬܺܝܒ
ܕܚܶܡܠܰܬ ܣܰܝܦܳܗ̇ ܟܺܐܢܽܘܬܳܐ
ܢܕܽܘܨܽܘܢ ܡܶܟܺܝܠ ܬܰܝܳܒ̈ܶܐ ܒܛܰܝܒܽܘܬܳܐ
ܡܫܼܰܚ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܕܰܘܺܝܕ
܀܀܀
English
Another one sharpened his knife and came to see if he would heal him. Instead of the strong error that struck and killed, a new error sprouted and grew. Samuel to Agag who was rejoicing, Jesus to that one who began to heal. Mercy, which was as small as a drop at that time, behold, it has become great. And there is again a place where the measure was full, so that man might pass over the commandment. For the merciless were killed, Saul and Ahab, because they wished to have mercy on the wicked. And they were not killed, though they were guilty of punishment. Jesus turned my times, so that every man might see and see his killer. Remembered is Samson, the great lion, who gave me the breaking of the Philistines' armlets. Also that great strong one, Abner son of Ner, the good one, hunted me a little. For Asahel son of Zeruiah, who struck him and threw him to the ground. Also the wicked one in the holy temple, Joab killed him, bitterly, as it is written, that bitterness bore her sword. Now, therefore, the penitents rejoice in goodness. David was anointed.
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ܠܰܐܕܽܘ̈ܡܳܝܶܐ
ܚܶܒܠܺܝ̈ܢ ܚܶܒܠܺܝ̈ܢ
ܘܰܚܪܰܒ ܐܶܢܽܘܢ
ܟܡܳܐ ܟܰܝ ܪܰܚܡܰܢ ܐܰܢ̱ܬ ܐܰܘ ܒܰܪ ܕܰܘܺܝܕ
ܕܟܺܐܢܽܘܬܶܗ ܕܕܰܘܺܝܕ ܥܶܦܰܬ
ܕܰܬܪ̈ܶܝܢ ܚܶܒܠܺܝ̈ܢ ܩܛܰܠ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܘܰܡܠܳܐ ܚܒܳܠܳܐ ܡܰܚܶܐ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܒܰܪ ܕܰܘܺܝܕ ܗܳܐ ܡܰܠܶܦ ܠܰܢ
ܕܰܫܒܽܘܩ ܠܰܐܚܽܘܟ ܫܒܰܥ ܫܒܰܥ ܠܰܡ ܥܰܠ ܫܰܒܥܺܝܢ
ܠܗܰܠ ܟܺܐܢܽܘܬܳܐ ܕܶܐܬܡܰܫܚܰܬ
ܗܳܪܟܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ ܒܰܣܺܝܡܽܘܬܳܐ ܕܠܳܐ ܡܽܘܫܳܚܳܐ
ܛܢܳܢܳܐ ܘܚܰܝܠܳܐ
ܩܢܳܐ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܕܰܘܺܝܕ
ܠܰܐܪܝܳܐ ܘܕܺܐܒܳܐ
ܩܛܰܠ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܐܰܟܚܰܕ
ܫܰܒܩܶܗ ܠܰܐܪܝܳܐ ܚܰܣܺܝܢܳܐ ܘܰܪܗܶܛ ܠܶܗ
ܥܰܠ ܓܰܢ̱ܒܳܪܳܐ ܥܰܙܺܝܙܳܐ
ܒܟܺܐܦܳܐ ܒܰܕܰܪ ܢܰܗܺܝܪܶܗ
ܘܰܫܒܰܩܬܶܗ ܢܰܦܫܶܗ ܘܰܐܘܦܺܝ
ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܕܶܝܢ ܩܪܳܐ ܠܡܺܝܬܳܐ
ܥܠܺܝܡܳܐ ܥܠܺܝܡܳܐ ܐܳܦ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܠܶܗ ܕܰܡܟ̈ܶܐ ܐܶܢܽܘܢ
ܥܠܺܝܡܳܐ ܐܰܚܺܝ ܘܰܚܛܰܦ ܡܶܢܝ̱
ܚܙܺܝܪ̈ܶܐ ܫܺܝ̈ܛܶܐ ܚܢܰܩ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܠܺܝ ܒܓܰܘ ܝܰܡܳܐ
ܩܛܰܠܘ̱ ܠܶܘ̈ܳܝܶܐ
ܡܶܛܽܠ ܥܶܓܠܳܐ
ܠܰܐܒܳܗܰܝ̈ܗܽܘܢ
ܘܠܰܐܚܰܝ̈ܗܽܘܢ
ܢܶܦܬܰܚ ܒܺܐܝ̈ܕܰܘܗ̱ܝ ܒܰܪܬܶܗ ܢܟܰܣ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܡܰܠܟܳܐ ܕܡܽܘܐܳܒ ܥܰܠ ܫܽܘܪܳܐ
ܠܰܒܪܶܗ ܒܽܘܟܪܶܗ ܕܒܰܚ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܠܽܘܩܒܰܠ ܚܰܪܒܶܗ ܐܶܬܦܰܨܚܰܬ
ܒܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܗܽܘ ܩܗܺܝܬ ܚܰܪܒܳܐ
ܐܳܦ ܐܶܙܕܰܓܪܰܬ ܐܶܫܬܳܐ ܚܳܬܳܗ̇ ܕܰܫܝܽܘܠ
ܚܶܡܬܶܗ ܕܫܶܡܥܽܘܢ ܐܶܬܚܰܠܡܰܬ
܀܀܀
English
To the Adumaye
The ropes, the ropes,
and the sword was laid waste.
How long will you love, you or the son of David?
The chastity of David was covered,
so that the two ropes would kill,
and he who was full of destruction would give life.
The son of David here teaches us
to leave your brother seven, seven for you, up to seventy.
Until this chastity was anointed.
Here, then, with the peace that is without measure,
error and strength
stood for David.
The lion and the bear
he killed together.
He left the pious lion and ran
against the mighty hero.
With a stone he drove away his companion,
and left himself and perished.
Jesus, then, called to the dead one.
Young man, young man, even the dead are for him, the sleeping ones of Adumaye.
The young man revived and snatched from me.
Wild boars encircled me in the midst of the sea.
They killed the Levites
because of the calf.
To your fathers
and to your brothers
he opened with his hands; his daughter was covering.
The king of Moab on the wall
was sacrificing his firstborn son
before his sword; she was split open.
By Jesus the sword was blunted,
and the fire, the sister of Sheol, was restrained.
The wrath of Shemʿon was calmed.
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ܠܰܫܝܽܘܠ ܕܶܝܢ ܐܰܟܪܶܗ ܛܳܒܳܐ ܕܚܽܘܠܡܳܢܳܗ̇
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ
ܟܰܕ ܒܰܪ ܟܺܐܢܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ
ܟܽܠ ܛܰܝܒܽܘܬܳܐ
ܡܶܬܟܰܪܙܳܐ ܒܶܗ
ܠܺܝ ܕܶܝܢ ܗܼܺܝ ܛܰܝܒܽܘܬܶܗ ܫܽܘܢܳܩܳܐ ܒܶܗ
ܚܣܳܡܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ ܥܶܠܰܬ ܒܽܘܣܳܡܳܢ
ܕܰܚܣܳܡܳܐ ܓܶܝܪ ܡܶܢ ܠܽܘܩܕܰܡ
ܡܼܰܙܶܓ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܠܺܝ ܕܡܳܐ ܫܳܪܽܘܝܳܐ
ܡܰܢ ܚܳܒܶܬ ܠܶܗ ܠܒܰܪ ܡܰܪܝܰܡ
ܕܶܐܬܳܐ ܦܰܩܶܕ ܕܠܳܐ ܠܰܡ ܬܶܪܓܰܙ ܥܰܠ ܐܰܚܽܘܟ
ܫܩܼܰܠ ܚܰܪܒܳܐ ܡܶܢ ܒܶܝܬ ܐܰܚ̈ܶܐ
ܕܰܒܚܰܪܒܶܗ ܕܩܳܐܶܝܢ ܒܶܣܡܰܬ ܕܫܳܪܽܘܬܺܝܢ
ܟܰܟܳܪܺܝܬܳܐ
ܒܓܰܘ ܬܶܓܪܽܘܡܬܳܐ
ܐܶܫܟܰܚ ܫܶܡܫܽܘܢ
ܠܡܳܐ ܟܰܝ ܐ̱ܪܳܙܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܐܰܣܺܝܓ ܠܰܢ ܐ̱ܪ̈ܳܙܶܐ
ܒܶܝܬ ܓ̈ܰܠܠܶܐ ܕܐܪ̈ܳܙܰܘܗ̱ܝ ܢܶܦܠܰܬ
ܕܰܐܡܬܶܠ ܠܰܢ ܚܰܝܰܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܒܟܽܠ ܐ̱ܪ̈ܳܙܰܝܢ ܘܰܒܟܽܠ ܛܽܘ̈ܦܣܺܝܢ
ܡܶܢ ܐܳܟܠܳܐ ܐܽܘܟܠܳܐ ܢܦܼܰܩ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ
ܐܰܡܬܶܠ ܫܶܡܫܽܘܢ ܠܺܝ ܕܶܝܢ ܗܶܦܟܳܐܺܝܬ ܓܶܕܫܰܬ
ܕܳܐܟܠܳܐ ܢܦܼܰܩ ܠܺܝ ܡܶܢ ܐܽܘܟܠܳܐ
ܕܡܶܢ ܐܳܕܳܡ ܗܳܐ ܒܰܪ ܐܳܕܳܡ ܕܰܐܣܺܝܦܳܢܝ̱
ܘܳܐܦ ܙܰܕܺܝ̈ܩܶܐ
ܐܰܣܓܺܝܘ ܬܶܒܪܽܘܢܝ̱
ܕܚܰܝܰܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܒܗܽܘܢ ܐܶܬܟܰܪܙܶܬ
ܡܰܙܰܓܘ̱ ܕܶܝܢ ܒܶܐܒܠܰܝ̈ ܒܽܘܝܳܐܳܐ ܪܰܒܳܐ
ܒܰܨܠܽܘܬ ܐܰܣܳܐ ܘܚܶܙܰܩܝܳܐ
ܒܰܩܛܺܝ̈ܠܶܐ ܡܶܫܬܪܶܐ ܗܘܺܝܬ
܀܀܀
English
To the Adumaye, the ropes, the ropes, and the sword was laid waste. How long will you love, you or the son of David? The chastity of David was covered, so that the two ropes would kill, and he who was full of destruction. To the wicked one, his goodness was the good of the end of his world. This is Jesus. When he was the son of the living one, all goodness was proclaimed in him. To me, then, his goodness is a leaving in him. It was a loss, the cause of the good news of the loss, for from the beginning he was mixing for me the blood of the beginning with the blood of the son of Mary. He came and commanded that you not be angry with your brother. He took the sword from the house of the brothers, so that with his sword the one who stands in the beginning of my beginning would be killed. The talents, within the interpretation, found Shamshon. Why is it a mystery? This Jesus mixed for you mysteries. Among the revelations of his mysteries you fell, so that he might compare for you the living one of the dead. In all my mysteries and in all my types, from the eater the eaten one went out. Shamshon compared for me, then, the opposite happened: the eater went out for me from the eaten one. For from Adam, behold, the son of Adam who gathered me, and also the righteous, they increased my breaking, so that the living one of the dead was proclaimed in them. They mixed, then, with the mourners a great wailing. With the prayer of Asa and Hezekiah, among the slain I was loosed.
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ܘܳܐܦ ܒܰܫܠܰܕ̈ܶܐ ܡܚܰܫܶܡ ܗܘܺܝܬ
ܐܶܠܺܝܳܐ ܢܶܒܢ̈ܰܝ ܒܰܥܠܳܐ
ܢܰܟܶܣ ܝܰܗ̱ܒ ܠܺܝ ܒܠܰܚܡܳܐ ܕܺܐܝܙܒܶܠ ܐܶܬܦܰܛܰܡܘ̱
ܟܺܐܢ̈ܶܐ ܐܳܠܨܽܘܢܝ̱ ܕܐܬܝܥܢ
ܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܕܶܝܢ ܐܰܠܨܰܢܝ̱ ܕܶܐܬܺܝܒ ܠܳܟ ܕܶܐܟܠܶܬ
ܩܶܢܛܰܬ ܡܶܢܶܗ
ܕܰܕܡܳܐ ܪܣܺܝܣܳܐ
ܕܪܰܣ ܗ̱ܘܳܐ ܡܽܘܫܶܐ
ܥܰܠ ܟܽܠ ܬܰܪ̈ܥܺܝܢ
ܕܟܰܕ ܗܽܘ ܩܛܺܝܠܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ ܠܚܰܝ̈ܶܐ ܢܳܛܰܪ
ܡܶܢ ܕܡܳܐ ܡܶܢ ܡܬܽܘܡ ܠܳܐ ܕܶܚܠܰܬ ܐܶܠܳܐ ܡܶܢ ܕܡܳܐ ܕܥܰܠ ܬܰܪ̈ܥܶܐ
ܘܡܶܢ ܗܳܢܳܐ ܬܽܘܒ ܕܥܰܠ ܩܰܝܣܳܐ ܕܡܳܐ ܕܰܩܛܺܝ̈ܠܶܐ ܒܽܘܣܳܡܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ
ܘܰܐܝܟ ܪܺܝܚ ܒܰܣܺܝܡܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ ܕܡܶܗ ܕܝܶܫܽܘܥ ܠܺܝ ܣܽܘܪܳܕܰܐ ܗ̱ܘ
ܕܡܳܐ ܕܶܐܙܠܶܬ ܕܺܐܪܺܝܚ ܒܰܕܡܶܗ
ܡܣܰܪܶܕ ܠܺܝ ܪܺܝܚܳܐ ܕܚܰܝ̈ܶܐ ܕܰܟܣܶܐ ܒܶܗ
ܟܳܗ̈ܢܶܐ ܘܟܽܘܡܪ̈ܶܐ
ܡܫܺܝܚ̈ܶܐ ܘܡܰܠܟ̈ܶܐ
ܕܚܰܘܺܝܘ ܛܽܘ̈ܦܣܶܐ
ܕܚܰܝܰܬ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܠܳܐ ܗܘܳܐ ܒܰܨܠܺܝܒܰܝ̈ܗܽܘܢ ܐܶܬܢܰܨܰܚܘ̱
ܟܠܺܝ̈ܠܶܐ ܘܬܳܓ̈ܶܐ ܣܺܝܡܺܝܢ ܗ̱ܘܰܘ
ܘܟܰܕ ܢܶܦܠܶܬ ܒܺܐܝܓܽܘ̈ܢܰܝܗܽܘܢ
ܒܳܠܰܥ ܗܘܺܝܬ ܐܳܦ ܡܰܚܶܐ ܗܘܺܝܬ
ܗܳܢܳܐ ܕܶܝܢ ܒܰܪ ܢܰܓܳܪܳܐ
ܒܰܟܠܺܝܠ ܟܽܘܒܰܘ̈ܗ̱ܝ ܫܳܦܶܠ ܘܰܫܕܳܗ̇ ܠܰܚܬܺܝܪܽܘܬܝ̱
ܒܫܺܝܛܽܘܬܳܐ ܘܰܒܡܺܝܬܽܘܬܳܐ
ܚܙܳܬܶܗ ܫܝܽܘܠ ܐܳܦ ܐܶܬܪܰܗܒܰܬ ܡܶܢ ܩܽܘܕܡܰܘܗ̱ܝ
ܠܡܽܘܫܶܐ ܚܙܳܝܗ̱ܝ
ܝܰܡܳܐ ܘܰܥܪܰܩ
ܕܚܶܠ ܡܶܢ ܚܽܘܛܪܶܗ
ܐܳܦ ܡܶܢ ܫܽܘܒܚܶܗ
ܙܺܝܘܶܗ ܘܚܽܘܛܪܶܗ ܘܫܽܘܠܛܳܢܶܗ ܚܙܺܝܬ
܀܀܀ ܐܳܦ ܗܳܝ ܟܺܐܦܳܐ ܕܶܐܬܬܰܪܥܰܬ ܫܝܽܘܠ ܕܶܝܢ ܕܶܐܨܛ̇ܪܺܝܘ ܩܰܒܪ̈ܶܝܗ̇
ܡܳܢܳܐ ܚܙܳܬ ܒܶܗ ܒܝܶܫܽܘܥ
ܚܠܳܦ ܙܺܝܘܶܐ ܓܰܘܢܳܐ ܕܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ
ܠܒܶܫ ܘܰܐܙܺܝܥܳܗ̇ ܘܶܐܢ ܓܰܘܢܳܐ ܕܩܳܛܠܶܗ ܩܰܛܠܳܗ̇
ܐܰܝܟܰܢ ܡܰܨܝܳܐ ܕܰܬܣܰܝܒܰܪ
ܡܳܐ ܕܳܐܬܶܐ ܕܰܢܩܺܝܡ ܡܺܝ̈ܬܶܐ ܒܬܶܫܒܽܘܚܬܶܗ
[ܫܠܶܡ]
English
And also among the corpses I was causing destruction.
Elijah, my tears are a husband.
He gave me a covering, with the bread of Jezebel I was nourished.
The sorrowful ones pressed me, that I might know.
Jesus, however, pressed me, that which was given to you, that you might eat.
A drop from him,
of blood that was sprinkled,
which was sprinkled by Moses
upon all the doorposts,
so that when he was slain, he was guarding for life.
From the blood, from the blood, you were not afraid, but from the blood that was on the doors.
And from this again, that which was on the wood, of the blood of the slain, it was a fragrance.
And like a sweet scent, the blood of Jesus was a perfume for me.
When you went, the scent of his blood,
he prepared for me the fragrance of life, which is hidden in him.
Priests and ministers,
anointed ones and kings,
who showed types
of the life of the dead,
it was not by their crosses that they were adorned.
Wreaths and crowns were placed,
and when I fell into their hands,
I was swallowing and also giving life.
This one, however, the son of a carpenter,
with the crown of his thorns, he humbled and cast down my pride.
With madness and deadness,
Sheol saw him and also trembled before him.
At the sight of Moses,
the sea fled,
for it feared his rod,
and also his glory.
I have seen his radiance, his rod, and his authority.
Also that rock which was opened, Sheol, however, whose graves were sealed,
what did she see in Jesus?
Instead of the radiance, the garment of the dead,
he put on and stirred her, and with the garment of his killer, he killed her.
As one who is able to endure,
when he comes who raises the dead with his praise.
[The end]
Citation. Tergwame, “Nisibis 39”, dsc-293:1, machine-draft, 2026. https://naxiai.com/christian/works/dsc-293#s1
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