Even from the crest of the summits and unto their extremity is His perfection.
Who can write the odes of the Lord, or who can read them?
Or who can train himself for life, so that he himself may be saved?
Or who can press upon the Most High, so that He would recite from His mouth?
Who can interpret the wonders of the Lord? Though he who interprets will be destroyed, yet that which was interpreted will remain.
For it suffices to perceive and be satisfied, for the odists stand in serenity;
Like a river which has an increasingly gushing spring, and flows to the relief of them that seek it.
Hallelujah.
Ode 27
I extended my hands and hallowed my Lord,
For the expansion of my hands is His sign.
And my extension is the upright cross.
Hallelujah.
Ode 28
As the wings of doves over their nestlings, and the mouths of their nestlings towards their mouths, so also are the wings of the Spirit over my heart.
My heart continually refreshes itself and leaps for joy, like the babe who leaps for joy in his mother's womb.
I trusted, consequently I was at rest; because trustful is He in whom I trusted.
He has greatly blessed me, and my head is with Him.
And the dagger shall not divide me from Him, nor the sword;
Because I am ready before destruction comes, and have been set on His immortal side.
And immortal life embraced me, and kissed me.
And from that life is the Spirit which is within me. And it cannot die because it is life.
Those who saw me were amazed, because I was persecuted.
And they thought that I had been swallowed up, because I seemed to them as one of the lost.
But my injustice became my salvation.