Nisibene Hymns

¹ Lo! Death, the King of silence, complains, my brethren: that we have filled his abode with the wailing, of Hope cut off.— 2. R., To Him be great praise Who came down to us here below: and suffered and rose again and in His Body, raises our bodies!— 3. While we weep like madmen, at the gates of Sheol: hearken what Death says, reproaching us.— 4. It shames me, says Death, that you, have overcome me: the half of Sheol suffices not, to contain your slain.— 5.

For alien corpses together, lie heaped in Sheol: there are two divisions there, the dead, the slain.— 6. Whereas I should complain that you have wronged me, lo! You are weeping: you have burst the gate of Sheol, and done me hurt.— 7. For you are like an infant, which while yet weeping: laughs again as you also, over your dead.— 8. For there is no discretion in your mourning, and no understanding: in your laughter— for to me you seem like, to a weaned babe.— 9. One hour weeping and wailing, and after a little: both jesting and wantonness, as of children.— 10.

For you are unable to become, perfect men: that weep not yea and laugh not, as the discreet.— 11. Touching your books we are grieved, that they have toiled over them: who should read them unto you, even the divine Scriptures.— 12. The readers are crying aloud, for you are deaf: this their crying proves concerning you, that you are as stocks.— 13. For since the reader and the interpreter, are crying aloud: your ears therefore are heavy, or else your hearts.— 14.

For if there were with you an ear, open to persuasion: it were meet to hear little, and to do much.— 15. But because its hearing is closed, whoso knocks at it: the voice returns back to him, who sent it forth.— 16. There is no crying with me of mine, I am not deaf: none that reads or interprets for me, I am not dull.— 17. The breath that is from Him commands me, sons the God of truth: and with the command there follows, also the fulfilment.— 18.

With me is no holding back, no turnings aside: I know no arrow even, could outstrip me.— 19. But your voices are scorned by me, when you are weeping: over the graves of your departed, in the cutting off of hope.— 20. Were it possible or permitted, when you are weeping: I would go forth and tell you, to your faces.— 21. “I am endeavouring to give, an account of the death: and your voices disturb me, that I err in my count.”— 22. You nations, let not your understanding, become childish: like that nation whose intelligence, was never great.— 23.

In which prudence bestows not itself, as in a fool: for its thoughts are darkness, without discernment.— 24. For your infants and your sons, in the resurrection: they shall be foremost to come forth, as the first fruits— 25. Then after them shall come the just, as victorious: last shall come forth the sinner, as put to shame.— 26. For although in the twinkling of an eye, they be quickened: yet is it in order that their ranks, come forth from Sheol.— 27. Prophets come forth and Apostles, and holy Fathers: following them in due array, according to command.— 28.

Lo! That which now is sown, in random mixture: is yielded back in great order, as garden-herbs.— 29. For though one in the sowing, should mix all seeds: that which is earlier than its fellow, prevents its fellow—30. And not as their going down was confused, so disordered shall be: their coming up from the earth, for its order is fixed.— 31. Lo! I have been against myself, in what I have said: for secret things which you comprehended not, from me you have learned.— 32. Instead of the tears that profit not, which are at the tomb: pour them forth in your prayer, in the midst of the Church.— 33. For to the dead there is profit in these, and likewise to the living: weep not with a weeping that afflicts, both dead and living!