Nativity 12

The son of her voice— the old man saw and was amazed: the old man with his mother, and he was hidden in her; he came forth while she was giving birth, and he grew on her milk; upon her little one, he came forth and grew in her—a great wonder. The sealed one: "Glory on your day to your hidden feast, and to the Father who sent you— the sealed one in the womb, a sure seal, that virginity was your womb, a king's temple and the face of a door." With virgins above him, virgins with a son— a virgin from within a great wonder. Or to the seal that was empty, and was sealed, and while it was impressed, from within it came forth a great impression, which the King of kings, a witness, proclaims: that this gift is not of the pure one, but for the race of [men] who were virgins. Because of your shadows, which [ten] your virginity, that holy one from within seals dwelt in your purity—a seal covers. For any [that would refuse] that your mother chose, from within the seal she began even now. Within the folds and [I shall live?] [oppressed?] for your [purchased ones?] a peaceful seal fits the face of his door—the face of the door. A sealed one proclaims that your king is perfect; the seal witnesses for your purchased ones, and for your mother from within the seal. I have dwelt in your mother and the folds; from within the impression your seal conquers. For your purchased ones as for your mother, that holiness is great, which cannot be believed. Between the impure, a seal and an impression of the King of kings, which distributes that which is stored— a pearl, good merchants, the cries of your handmaidens in the house of oppressors. If by the seal it is not to be believed, that treasure house apart from the impression— how could it be made to believe?

Without being perfected, God was patient for the sake of his holy ones; he began in Mary, and the impure ones oppressed him, that without a womb you might be, and that you began now within the wombs—behold, he is oppressed like wombs; the oppressors oppressed the one without a womb, and the one without a womb is a great groan. Your mystery guards your hidden ones, as for your mother: and he came to choose in you, he was nullified; also he was lost, and he came to oppress in you, he was silenced. For you praise purifies his season, as for his mother and his wombs, as for his birth-giver and her mothers, as for his oppressor—from him and from her, also from all praise to your name.