Nisibis 59

Behold, his voice: Death from Satan is awake, seeking. Come, hear his cry and rejoice that he rejoices in the cry of the persecuted one. To you, praise from your flock who were enslaved by you. Both Death and Satan are beneath her feet. The wicked will be confounded, truly, and you, contrariwise. Contrariwise, for Simon, you crucified on a tree. Over all, Death was silent, who had demanded a price for him. Simon was a sign, that thus your crucifixion. If the envious were for my benefit, I would not be late. The counsel of Death is evil to me from Gehenna. The cry of the Lord I did not utter; it is great from my mouth. That I might fall and consider his pain with your street. Twelve thrones he established for his twelve, for among the twelve tribes you are the one who is condemned. The destruction of Magi will be hung for you, or Satan, whom destruction hung for him, that heavy one, your disciple. You will be struck in the face, that Gehenna, and you will remain in it alone with your deacons. Many are your curses, and how many I consider. Behold, the end of all your curses upon your members. And your reproach, wicked ones, in the fire that you burned them. They will be hung on you, that for nothing you brought them here. Sinners will be dragged on you, and you will be burned. Their struggle from the street of that Gehenna, and they will be for you a sign there, all the Satans, as you were for them here, one Satan.

Awake, O ones, take up stones and cast them, while you remember that for your Lord, from the height to the depth you cast him. And every man runs to your stoning, while not erring, that in you runs the people, the flesh, to stone the son. For you, evil one, from every mouth, spittle of wrath, that in you they spat upon him whose spittle opened the blind. For you, evil one, from you to the tongue, and every curse, that in you they blasphemed against him who opened the mouths of the mute. Blessed is he who pursues your victory while silent, and runs in him through death to the evil one who fell in him. He wails, my brothers, in the sounds of the afflicted, in the likeness of your cutting, that while he wails, the persecuted fell upon one another.