Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers, Ser. II, Vol. XIII:
Selections from the Hymns and Homilies of Ephraim the Syrian and from the Demonstrations of Aphrahat the Persian Sage.: Hymn LXII.

Hymn LXII.

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 comest 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 ye, 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 ye have wronged me, lo! ye are weeping:  ye have burst the gate of Sheol, and done me hurt.—7. For ye are like unto an infant, which while yet weeping:  laughs again as ye also, over your dead.—8. For there is no discretion in your mourning, and no understanding:  in your laughter—for to me ye seem like, to a weaned babe.—9. One hour weeping and wailing, and after a little:  both jesting and p. 215 wantonness, as of children.—10. For ye 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 ye are deaf:  this their crying proves concerning you, that ye 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 wot no arrow even, could outstrip me.—19. But your voices are scorned by me, when ye are weeping:  over the graves of your departed, in the cutting off of hope.—20. Were it possible or permitted, when ye 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. Ye 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 ye comprehended not, from me ye 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!