Nativity 8

Son of His Voice Blessed is the messenger who erred and came, the great envoy of the mercy of his father. He stretched out the snares of his sins, he did not ascend, he made a threshold for that lordship with her little ones. The hidden one: praise to your feast, divine and human. Blessed is the wise one who mixed life and death, divinity with humanity, one from the height and one from the depth. He mingled natures like drugs, and he became a likeness: God, son of man. Or the error of him who saw Adam, who became dust and a serpent, a curse, when he ate it, the beginning was loosed. Within the foolish one, the salt made him by which the cursed serpent is stirred. Blessed is the hunter who saw the spear toward Paradise, which closed the way of the tree of life, and came and took it, the body that swallowed, that after him he hid. The way was opened into Paradise. Blessed is the wise one who in harshness was not in need, and without a knot, by wisdom he prevailed, that he might give a type to the mortals who by force, and wisdom conquered, manifestly. Blessed is your feast, for you are its door, and you are its staff, and you are its shepherd, and you are its watering-place, you are its salt, also its measure, or the only one, that bears and multiplies in all generations. The farmers came and worshipped before him, for the farmer of life was proclaimed to them, as they rejoiced. Blessed is the farmer by whom the land of the heart is cultivated. His sins heaped up the storehouse of life. The laborers came and gave praise to the offering that bears fruit from its root, and the shoot of Jesse, the seal in the virgin.

of the hidden one, the pure one, he became a vessel for your new wine that renews all. Through you the vineyard of my beloved has drunk, who gave clusters and made his lips taste. From your fingers he planted the whole, from your blessings he grazed its fruit. To the lord of the vineyard who struggled for him, the vintners came because of Joseph. The catch of the son of Joseph, blessed is your birth, the head of the vintners through whom you were signed. Even the whole was mounted on him, he finds the sacrifice that was for the sacrifice, he leads in the name of his mother's virginity, that your rod may become a sign, that it may make a little and also a sigh upon his shoulders, it may make a measure that cannot be, a scoffer in its midst that is full of truth. Also a burden he mounts, he makes from the sorrow of the one who is weary, in her he is challenged and the one who is perfect, in her he is adorned, the sorrowful one weighs in her. Mercies and debts like a knower, Sarah laughed at Isaac when she was barren, like a servant who is mistaken, the weight of the king his master upon his shoulders, the wood of his tree also upon his hands, carpenters and pains, the secret of the blossoms. Rachel cried out to her husband, she said, "Give me sons," the blessedness of Mary, who when she did not ask, began in her womb, holy or his gift, who cast herself upon his branches, she lives in bitter tears. A child she asked, Sarah and Rebecca, through prayers and words, and also Elizabeth, again through her prayer for a great burden, again through her prayer for a great burden, when he was pressed, he was revealed. The blessedness of Mary, who without prayers and without prayer in her virginity.

the virgin gave birth to the Lord of all, with her companions who were and are, the chaste and the pure, the priests and the kings, with her she bore her son in her womb, like Mary, with her she will rejoice, she will call her son the son of the Creator, the son of the Maker, with her she will be raised up, for she called her son the Most High. Sinners wailed with the brides, blessed is the womb that was his mother, the holy bride, blessed is the bridegroom, who came into her that he might pour out his wine. The doves are silent, in you the singer grows again, the newborn cried out, blessed is he who was for me, a brother and a companion in the midst of the streets, blessed is the day when through the branches praise was given to the Tree of Life, whose height was mounted for the sake of our childhood. Hear the footsteps, for behold, the virgin is for me, she will conceive, she will give birth, hope, the free women, that from her even the proud will laugh, that from her even the haughty will be crushed, blessed is your height, which was mounted and laughed at the wretched. The maidens were also adorned, who took him for you, my Lord, I will be, whether a helper I seek, or a comforter I seek, or a lowly one I seek, for you a striker I seek, the mystery that dissolved in you his substitute, and of humility also she is bold, also the talker subdued the maidens, with the prayers of the wise Hebrews, and with the wombs of their gatherings, he turned the [first-fruits] into abundance.