Nisibis 63

The son of his voice. The one who made the scales of his redemption tremble, that Abraham, so that you might marvel at him when he offered his only son. The righteous one: to you, praise, O voice that revived the dead of Sheol. They ascended and became heralds of the Son who revives all. That festival descended; the wonder came forth, that I might see the wonder of the one who was slaughtered, his knife upon his beloved. She ceased, she increased my memories from all sides, and I troubled myself that I might be astounded by that triumphant one. How then do you read? You have come, his great story; your little ones, his reading within your hands. His sword that opened, it cut for him the flesh of the mourner. His daughter was for him a demonstration that the dead live. She gave herself to her father, and you came and hastened. Your lives for the Father of all at the time of the end. In the womb, then, you did not hide her secret from Sheol, that in Sheol many are buried; you came with what is in the womb. It is difficult for you to stand against my great desire. For it is for the sake of the covenant that the son of your destined ones, with the king of Moab, that one who covered his son with his own hands, was troubled, the mourner who spoke concerning the destined one. That impious one is he, as you have come, you read, you have come, and you have come, teachers and guides, as you supposed. He endured, and you came, mourners of the mourners, you have come, over the will of the Lord, all while you weep, you have come. For I fear, I, to pass over the story of Job, within this feeble mouth of mine, which is not worthy, I. By you, then, I rejoice, I, with your bones.

When he confesses, the father sees the one who gave, that he is not with him. Do not diminish your limbs by your sins, for in Sheol the bones of those who did evil are scattered. Wherever the father sees the body of one of the wicked, the father burns over him and curses, even his memory. And wherever the father sees the bones of one of the righteous, the father exalts and honors, when the father worships. Are you not aware, O weak ones, of all your orders? To you, the secret rites of the blind are in the night. Moses alone knows how to honor the father like me. The bones of Joseph, that father, to him the father magnifies. But Moses honors one pure body. The father, however, honors the bodies and also the bones of all the righteous. The bones of the prophets and also of the apostles have sprouted. They were a lamp to me in the darkness, all the righteous. The father worships the one who showed me the darkness of Sheol. The radiance of Moses, as it was, was a sun to me.