Chapter 16
Hear the voice of the Faithist, O Father: I cry out to You since thousands of years. In the time of my great afflictions I have remembered my Creator.
And my brother who went after Death stoned me; with curses he struck the chosen of Jehovih. In the time of sore pain I called out: Jehovih, Jehovih!
I said: O if only this had not been! O if only the Great Spirit would enlighten him! But You shaped him to fetch him in the last day.
And the cloud blew away; the sun of righteousness shone across the heavens of the earth. In the time of my sorrow I saw Your wisdom in this.
By my pains You delivered my brother; I now look back in Your praise to the time of my pains in the throes of Death.
Glory be to You, Jehovih! You Everlasting Present, Who finds a way in the spoil of Your enemies to magnify the glory of Your places for the Almighty.
What was my pain before You! Or my affliction more than a mother for the glory of her first-born! Into my cup of bitterness You have poured nectar and sweet crystals.
Never more shall I complain, Jehovih! Or consider Your enemy other than to deliver him to You. My cup of nectar I will hold to his profane lips, so that he may taste of Your glory! ROE Chapter 17 Bon’s Praise