Nisibis 76

The man who subdues his voice, humble for the sake of your truth, his body is given; humble for the sake of your beauty, he performs servitude. In you, my Lord, he is freed from bondage; in you, my Lord, he is freed, the place of the living. Your beauty has captivated him; he has seen you in the house of the dead. By the taking of a pledge he is given to you, my Lord. Foolish is the wise man who wearies that he might please you; foolish also is his speech, which from you is reviled. See, my Lord, the perversity of him who is without God, the place that serves you. In your service he is ashamed that he might have been pleasing to your father; in you he is pleasing. Death has broken him, the light wing of him who wearies and does not rest, but for the sake of gold flies to you, my Lord; he alights for the sake of flesh, and thirsts for the sake of silver. Blessed is he who has no one who can eat from gold. Your body is life, while there is no one who eats it; there is no one who is sated from it, while it is not food. For him, every man hungers; for your bread he is given.

The world calls to you, "Come, go out to the feast." The grave calls to you, "Come, enter the bridal chamber." Your limbs are loosened. It is the day that for the grave it arrays the troops, it crowns with virgins, it sends off to Sheol. Rejoice with your youths. It is the day that constricts the house with lamentations, and spreads over its members darkness and light. Pursue with your victory. For my Lord, in death, the worm that grazes on you, the beast that swallows you, in its belly it buried you. His bones are your flute. It is the day that strips the stone of bridal chambers, and instead of their stoles with sackcloths they are clothed. Your day makes you rejoice. The wife from the bridal chamber of her dwelling is brought out, stone and ashes and night. Her orders have perished. He orders your souls. It is the day that mixes and heaps up standings, and mysteries are mingled upon the mysteries of the fallen. In you again, my Lord, I am ashamed. The body is corrupted, from which the soul departed, salt and life, of senses and members. In it again it was fashioned. It is the day that in his treasures the rich man looks, and sees that they do not accompany to the Lord of the tombs. Your treasure is in the house of your treasure. It is the day that the afflicted alone rejoice in it, that they stand and kindle provisions of righteousness. Your provision is your victory. The skin is stripped that was stretched over the face, and it becomes a skull, and the person is drunk. His beauty is your victory.

The world calls to you, "Come, go out to the feast." The grave calls to you, "Come, enter the bridal chamber." Your limbs are loosened. It is the day that for the grave it arrays the troops, it crowns with virgins, it seizes the young men, it brings forth the old men. See, my lord, your crushed ones, the twisted ones of the clay, they fell and were in Sheol, the writing of the helper, the lowly ones of the beautiful ones. See, my lord, your destroyed ones. It is the day that in it kings in their crowns and they removed their crowns and went down to Sheol. The king in heaven is he. Death lowers all. Death impoverishes all. Death lays waste all. Death pastures all. Pursue it, my lord, your day of resurrection. It is the bitter day. It is the day that makes all weep. It is the day that makes all mourn. Conquer it, my lord, your day. The day of resurrection. Life confuses all. Life clarifies all. Life gladdens all. Attain it, my lord, your day. It is the day that fathers see their sons. It is the day again that brothers see their brothers. Glory to the giver of life to all.