A Psalm of Seth
A psalm of a Tishbite.
Vain it is I tell you
to deceive yourselves;
dashed upon the Rock
in the name only you knew to take in vain.
For it is dissolved as the morning cloud:
Yea, your Father of Lies will drink the very gall
you yourself have been called to prescribe
—from the Pistis down to Ezekiel!
Happy is he who trusts in the King of Hosts
—the only true Elohiym. Hallelujah!
The days will surely come that they say,
“He has torn but He will heal us;
He has stricken,
but He will bind us up.
After two days He will revive us;
on the third day He will raise this temple up again.”