by Jacob of Serug (451-522)
O cloud of mercy, which is full of hope for all the world, all the earth which had been ravaged was pacified by it.
O ship of riches in which the Father's treasury was sent to the poor in a needy place and it enriched them!
O field, which without a ploughman yielded a sheaf of life, and all creation that had been needy was satiated by it.
O virginal vine, which though not pruned gave a cluster, behold by whose wine creation, which was mourning, rejoices.
Daughter of poor ones, who was mother to the only rich One, behold whose treasures are lavished on mendicants to enrich them!