[The city] Named Zoar. In this small but high city Lot carouses with his daughters: “so have we seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, in the city of our God;” “I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock.” “Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord??”
He who is pure of heart and soul
Needs no armor,
Neither does he need a helmet on his neck,
Nor does he need war.
Purity – that is his armor,
And innocence – a diamond wall,
God Himself is his shield, his sword, his helmet[, his all].
O world! World of folly [and things]!
Does your hope lie in kings?
Do you imagine this shore is without slights?
A whirlwind will scatter this dust [with its might].
Purity is – Zoar for you!
And innocence – a heavenly palace!
Fly there! And there repose!
This holy city fears no bombs,
Nor slanderous arrows,
It fears no sly sneers either,grimaces, expressions
It has always stayed whole and never burned.
Purity is the Adamant stone,
And innocence is this holy city.
Fly there! And there repose!
In this city even enemies are loved,
Goodness is offered to them [above].
Others lose their health,
Not only those who have been good to friends.
Where is that so beautiful city?
You yourself are this city,
after you oust the poison from your soul,
The temple and the city for the Holy Spirit.
The End.