Chapter 13
Jehovih spoke in the light of the throne of God, saying: To the Council of Gau, heaven of My Heaven! Hear the words of your Creator, O My beloved: Sing songs to Apollo and his Lords; let my people rejoice; for the Glory of my Son is upon them.
From My kingdom comes the Light and the Life; out of My Wisdom Apollo has come. Sing to him, O you Lords of heaven; let My angels rejoice in his name, for he shall abide forever.
I created him for the glory of angels and men; in his idols and images My people shall perceive the harmony of My beloved. With My own hands, I molded the ankles and feet, and well-rounded thighs. Behold the arms of My Son, no longer than to the thighs, and with dimples, and small wrists.
His neck is straight and slender, and smooth and round, like the higin on an altar; and his shoulders like hewn stone, polished and tapering, like a woman’s, who does not go to war.
His instep is high; he can spring like a deer, swift as the wind. He does not sit on his haunches all day, with his hands down, like a druk that is tired, waiting for food. He flees to the plain and the forest on his swift feet.
Proclaim Apollo in heaven and on earth. He is risen! Higher than the sun is the Holy Begotten of Jehovih! Out of the Virgin Mi he has come, Holy; in symmetry and music, there is none like Apollo.
She was My betrothed from the foundation of the world; Spouse of your Creator, O God! Her name was Mi, Mother of My Holy Begotten Son.
They were without shapeliness before Me; they lolled about on earth; they lolled in heaven; on their haunches they waited hungrily.
The Virgin bowed down; for her first-born was the Redeemer of the world. In stone, wood, copper, gold, and silver, he is stronger than ten cities; and wiser than ten thousand men.
He comes to the young mother’s dream, and shapes her unborn, with limbs like a racer, and with long hair on the head. He stands in the idol, and knows the mother’s prayer every day. Whoever calls on the name, Apollo, calls on the Father, Creator of all things.
Blessed are the Lords of Apollo; blessed are the sons and daughters of Apollo; blessed are they who bring forth in shapeliness to look like My Son, Apollo.
This mark of shapeliness I have put up before all women under the sun; the young women prior to marriage; and also before the young men prior to marriage.
Choose a spouse from those who look like Apollo; and your heirs shall glorify your Creator.
Apollo is My judge; he sits at My right hand; swifter than an arrow is his judgment on a woman’s first-born.