Nativity 15

The son of her voice, in you I set my hope and trust, O mouth; in you I entrust my mouth, I open my mouth, and you fill my mouth, O earth, and you are the farmer, sow in me your voice. He sowed himself in the womb of my mother, the righteous one. Glory to you, my Lord, and in your hand to your father on the day of your birth. In me are the bright ones, all the poor ones, the daughters of the Hebrews and the virgins, the daughters of the rich, in you is the sealed one, the daughter of the poor, in you is the mixed one, the daughter of the weak, give you to me, the son of the rich who made the righteous one, that of the rich women, make your glory, for the sake of the poor of Joseph who is needy, and my mouth is needy, carry your merchandise, and bring gold to the house of the poor. She saw the magi, many of her gifts, by their offerings, behold your worshippers, they are round about me, also your offerings, they are bound to me, blessed is the crooked one who made her mother a crown of her voices, and the crown to her Lord he looks, to you my mouth looks, until your will, to the lip of your mother and you learn in it, a new infant, learn in it my mouth, a new birth of glory, a new glory, and I have no delays for you, no delays, that the simple ones come, that in your womb the righteous one, without a spouse and without seed, the womb of your mother was simple for the mouth, that it may increase and multiply your great glory. Behold, I am oppressed and I am darkened, and I am joyful, my hands are full of grace and scorn, and it is small for me, as I endured the great afflictions, one can pursue your dove, and your blood in me, I am not a broken one, my face is revealed and I am oppressed, in your virgin mother, the truth.

who purifies me, that I may be cleansed, O Tamar, the victory of Judah—how shall I be victorious in you? David, your father, sang a song to you, before your coming, that you might be approached. The gold of Sheba, the song he sang, in a rustic manner, behold, in deed. A treasure of silver and gold before you, and a hundred and fifty songs he sang. In you I was cleansed, that the afflicted might be cleansed. All the words of virginity, upon your fragrance that has no salt, upon your fragrance that has no salt, the simple ones come, all the wisdoms.