Nisibis 48

And the son of his voice He repaid and learned The tribe of Levi Of the high desire The seal of the priestly order in him The mystery of the resurrection He whispered to you in his tranquility Fruits and also leaves He was clothed With his branches he was making music That those who are not worthy of the altar Were justified For the vestments of the priesthood The rites of the service Ecclesiastical: Follow, my Lord, the youthfulness Of the body in your resurrection Upon it the tribes were placed All of them in the mystery of the body And when they went out and were separated One was crowning And all of them were sent And they were scattered in error In the tribe he saw the mystery Of the end Of the bodies of the righteous Standing in the tomb And he divides in praise The bodies of the saints That same tribe Was placed in the ark And as much as it desired It was budding and flourishing It is the mystery of paradise In which the bodies flourish A covering was spread over it Without seeing That when it is within the chest It did not spoil what was stored It is the mystery of the dead Who do not die in their tombs The staff of the son of Amram Roots stood from the dry wood And that which is not its nature Stood as an image and life

The body, how fair it is, the image of his fasting. The living rod stirred in the Word, and it stood, not by its nature, a staff that was not its own. The body, how it healed its own by the resurrection. Moses kept the bones and broke and cast away the tablets. More than the tablets, the corpse was adorned. Tablets in place of tablets, he engraved what he taught, that there was no resurrection. He silenced. Not, then, the last body, instead of that of Lazarus, came forth to make known that he who is buried if he were sick, drew near to the bones within the desert. Moses wrote his impurity, not the impurity of the bones. Forty years he walked, the dead one in the camp. A mystery he sealed, a type for the Church, in which is proclaimed the cessation of the death of him who revives all. The cross is the life-giver that walked in the camp by the finger of the painter.

The richness of the poisons is depicted in the image of the king, and by the casting of the lot against him, he is measured in the signs. The image that does not cease, the kings exalt their images. How long did the king see, who was mingled within his image? He put on his yoke, sitting, that in it his image might be worshipped. Another made an image of the six and the six hundred, and when he was small, he desired to be joined with the image. He darkened that image of his, the worship that was covered. The Lord made a wonder at his coming, that when he was without measure, in the image the rogue diminished, and he darkened in that image the worship that was scattered. Adam turned his land and made a testament; he wrote much debt for himself, for death and for sin, by the transgression of the commandment. He sealed the tabernacle. The Lord came to save him and to warm him. Death turned and wrote, and Sheol mingled with him.

of all that they plundered and looted, they are cast in the balance, the lot that shows again her and in her is abundant. Bone gnaws bones, and sinews and tendons, the week is that which came from Adam, in which he covered his shame, of the house whose dust is now within Sheol. How long, then, is the night for him, for the archangel of all, whose measure and in him they sought him, by the sign of his coming, he gives birth within the waters, monsters without mercy, and the sea that was a killer, in its depths it gives life to them, and when it is very bitter, in its waves it constrains them. All of them to the Lord all, praise, of monsters within the sea, they dwell in his death, and if they ascended to the land, they were strangled by life. There is no escape for you, voices without hope, of one who if he commanded, he would make life deadly for you, and he who if he signaled, he would make death warm for you. In the treasure of his will, all is found. Death for the righteous, an hour in their graves, and life for sinners, kills them in Gehenna.