of

Made with hands shall fall by a flame of fire.

For land and trees and countless flocks of sheep

Which is for mortals of all things the best.

But thou, O mortal full of various wiles,

Offer to God Your hecatombs of bulls

The cause of the wrath of the mighty God,

The cause of the wrath of the mighty God,

Of pestilence and conquered they shall meet

Of its wealth, and to strife among themselves

Because of gold and silver they shall come--

The love of gain an evil shepherdess

And vultures and wild beasts of earth shall spoil

Vast earth shall waste the relics of the dead.

Proclaiming sad the filth of men defiled

Many lengths of time in the revolving years,

And shields and javelins and all sorts of arms;

Of God the mighty. And with goodly wealth,

The temple of the mighty God again

And the sea shall be filled full of good things.

But again kings of nations on this land

To all rude people of an empty mind,

Shall come down flaming in the midst of men.

By his immortal arm, and shoals of fish

In the deep sea, and all wild, beasts of earth,

And countless tribes of winged fowl, and all

The souls of men and every sea shall tremble

Before the face of the Immortal One,

Shall be full of the dead; and rocks shall stream

And well-built walls of evil-minded men

The law nor judgment of the mighty God,

Shall be at once a shout of perishing men;

Of the perishing, and beasts be gorged with flesh.

But children of the mighty God shall all

A wall of flaming fire. And they shall be

For not the hand of evil war, but rather

And the hand of the Holy One. And then shall all

Meditate on the law of God most high,

Which is most righteous of all (laws) on earth.

And from the path of the Immortal we

Of dead men." These things souls of faithful melt

Of dead men." These things souls of faithful melt

Shall cry out: "Come, having, at the house of God

Supplied through all our land with arms of foes

Seven lengths of time in the revolving years;

Even shields and helmets and all sorts of arms,

And a great store of bows and arrows barbed;

Out of the holy land of the mighty One.

Out of the holy land of the mighty One.

[And judgment of the immortal God shall come

Of honey and trees shall give their fruit,

Young lambs and kids of goats; earth shall break forth

With sweet springs of white milk; and of good things

With sweet springs of white milk; and of good things

Of the age, and o'er all earth common law

And the stern rage of men he'll burn with fire.

And deeds of lewdness; thine own offspring rear

And portals of the blessed, and all joys,

And out of every land unto the house

Of the great God shall they bring frankincense

To be inquired of by men yet to be,

For mortal temple of the mighty God

Shall call it. And all pathways of the plain

Of the deep shall be easy in those days

On the land of the good shall come; and sword

Shall prophets of the mighty God remove;

Of mortals. And there shall be righteous wealth

Among mankind; for of the mighty God

Be of good cheer, O maiden, and be glad;

For over them shall be the hand of God.

That thou may'st know when the end of all things

A cloud of dust borne forth to all the earth,

And the sun's brightness in the midst of heaven

And come again on earth; by drops of blood

Of foot and horse, like the chase of wild beasts

Of foot and horse, like the chase of wild beasts

In the dense fog. This end of all things God

The long walls of Assyrian Babylon

Of God, fire sent. . . .

Of mysteries divine. And men shalt say

In Hellas that I am of foreign Land,

Of Erythre born, shameless; others say

That I'm a Sibyl, born of mother Circe

That I might prophesy of things to come,

Of waters, and one man of good repute

Of waters, and one man of good repute

I was his son's bride and was of his race

PEOPLE of boastful Asia and of Europe,

PEOPLE of boastful Asia and of Europe,

Of lying Phœbus whom vain men called god,

But of the mighty God, whom hands of men

But of the mighty God, whom hands of men

Formed not like speechless idols carved of stone.

Of immortals a dishonor very sore;

Of springs perennial, creatures meant for life,

And rains at once producing fruit of field

Blessed of men shall they be on the earth

Temples and altars, figures of dumb stones,

Polluted with the blood of living things

And sacrifices of four-footed beasts,

To the great glory of one God and not