Nisibis 67

O son of his voice, come, hear how death humbled the people. For bitter death is the sword of the wicked against the righteous. To you is praise, that by his sacrifice he repaid the contempt, and his death became the substitute for all the deaths that afflict everyone. Not for nothing did death crucify Jesus, but the people. How many, then, does the people help, even from whom it helped? They cast him into the pit, Jeremiah, that helper. But Sheol divided the honor of his bones in half. For the dogs they cast his limbs like a dog. How good is Sheol, that not even to a dog did it give a tomb. The Hebrew women ate their children in the famine. Good Sheol, which brought forth and gave without difficulty. To the widow she gave her son, through Elijah. To the Shunammite woman her beloved, through Elisha. The Hebrew women, the nursing mothers, ate their children. Sheol gave up the dead and learned fasting and hunger. It was not Sheol that was Sheol, but death. That Sheol of truth swallowed the righteous. It destroyed the prophets and the righteous, and cast them. Elijah fled to heaven from her voracity. How many deaths were there for one death among the people? And how many Sheols were there in exchange for one there? Samaria and Jezreel, her daughter in the house of Israel, and Zion and Jerusalem, her sister in the house of Judah. For the prophets and the righteous in Judah and in Israel, in these two regions they dug pits. For what, then, does Sheol help, she alone, when there are many who help from her?

The dead of the Jews are good to me, they help me; and their bones are also good to me, within Sheol. If only there were a distribution of the reward of the wicked, for their bones from within Sheol would hasten to her, for she is the one who scatters them. In the Spirit of Holiness, a wonder I see, how much she dwelt among a people who snort out his scent like his pride. Through prayers and faith, the heralds of their servants, like his food, the thought of the pure people. Through the supplication of all who bowed and prostrated to your father, have mercy on your worshipper who darkened your love. From the Hebrews and the Arameans, and also from the watchers, to you is praise, and in your hand to your father also is glory. Instead of being a mouth for death, which has no mouth, he is the son of all mouths; take, my father, to his father.