Nativity 19

The twelve sons of his voice Saw Uzziah, Jotham, and Ahaz In their battles instead of captivity That came down to Assyria; magicians came to you In the streets, a sweet fragrance blew The good scent of their spices Uzziah: To you is praise, Son of the Lord of All, Who gives life to all That you, the son of a deceiver, placed a sign In your gentleness; that you, the son of a deceiver, Sought a sign in your strength That you, the son of a rich man, like their mercy They repaid their debts in their battles A mixture came that will not forget you And for them, let the one who left silver live They brought gold that killed their bodies They brought myrrh that burned their sanctity They offered a petition to your divinity Their myrrh seeks over their swords With which they killed; their gold seeks Over the treasures they had plundered The treasures of the house of Hezekiah; their petition is a shepherd To your divinity, for they angered your father For Ahaz sent to the Assyrian Who went up and redeemed them; they who had been humbled Were exalted in you; they came to you With their asses instead of Jeconiah The ass that they left from the house of David Through whose messengers Ahaz enslaved Himself to Assyria; in you they were enslaved Through whose messengers the tribe worshipped Of the lion's cub; to you it is worshipped The mighty ones who used to be worshipped worshipped Aram and Ephraim went up and departed The fear of their thirst, that it might not widow her From the house of David, which Ahaz left And fled; and he who went out was Isaiah He gave your good news to her who was with child by the house of Eli Behold, the virgin will not delay; she will give birth Without a spouse; a dream is to me like this

O the wheel that came upon the knees, Amasyael abolished from all, And to the Lord of all he gave thanks every day, And the virgins in the brightness of their youth, To your mother honor, the child of a virgin, Who put on the form of the virgins of his mother, And went out with him; you gave me a child, A purchased one and a son, also a god. Also the Babylonians had ascended to the walls, The youths in Judah, in you the children, They were astonished, for in you the scribes, They were the elders who honored the youths, The youth was honored more than all the old. Babylon sent also the sacrifices, To that Hezekiah, the messengers marveled, For they saw his treasures, what I showed. You showed to the magicians a wonder, For they worshipped you when you were poor. Also the great temple of Sheol, Of the kings with Amas, great was he from it, And from it a small, despised one came forth, In whom you were born among the poor. They saw your glory, the shepherds, A small child placed a crown, In the crown your great lineage increased, The son of the poor, and in you it increased, Something small, and a star shone, Placed on your head like a crown of form, A scattered body that is assembled, From the limbs in you, honored. Also the scattered ones become fitting, That your greatness is great, and also a stone, A star shone in you, a pearl it is, And also your knowledge is for a place that is equal, A pillar it is, and the wounds of your sides, For a place that is sick, the great one seeks, Of all the clouds, and also your spittle, Reaches the faces, it is a healer of eyes. If upon a stone you rest your head.

They divided and snatched her, and who is it that would sleep? Upon the skull was her church. To prayers, and who would again be hidden? To the stale bread, he placed the living. They diminished your cries, so that even your cry is the blessing of the peoples; they diminished your death, so that even your death is the word of the living. To the sons of the physician and to the wood, ascend, mount; say, "The Passover has come," for your mountain is great from your mother. Sit, be silent; be to me a womb, and I will be clothed in you, a great nature that cannot be translated; but cease from your mother, that she may be silent from you, for she has no mouth. Withhold your gift from your altar, that you may be silent a little, for you are my teacher. Everything that I have said, you are my teacher. How shall I be silent, for you are my silence? You are my refreshment; glory to your father.