Nativity 11

The son of her voice, to your mother, do not be troubled, I know not how she is called, the virgin is called, her child stands and she is betrothed. I know not her wisdom, if it is that of your mother, it is not perceptible to you, what is sufficient. A help: to you is praise, for the humble one is all to him, like the Lord of all. Your mother, she is indeed she alone, and your sister was with all, she was a mother to you, she was a sister to you, she is your kinswoman again, with the rocks, in everything he is. Behold, her beauty is the splendor of her mother, she was a kinswoman, for she was pure, until he came, she was a virgin, for not in purity after he came, or holy and virgin she was, when she bore you in a holy manner. Mary cried out in you, all the generations, of the workers, a virgin in her womb, without a union, milk in her breasts, without a custom, to the thirsty earth, with the flow of milk, she made it quiet. If you plant your great mountain, lighten its weight, if you trust, because you hungered, if you give drink, because you thirsted, if you embrace, the completion of mercy, she kept her womb, she is a wonder, your mother, the Lord came upon her, and he became a servant upon the speaker, and he was silent within her, the thunder came upon her, and his voice was silent upon the shepherd of all. A lamb was in her, he came forth while grazing, the orders turned, the womb of your mother, a net is set upon the rich one, he came forth while poor, the high one came upon her, he came forth while lowly, the radiance came upon her, and he clothed and came forth, the inner one, a fool, upon the mighty one, and he clothed a little one, from within the womb, upon the trembling of all.

And the cup-bearer stands over the mixer of wine, and the thirsty one is circumcised and sent forth; from her came forth one who clothes all.