The Lord conveyed me to his Paradise, where is the wealth of the Lord’s joyful pleasure.
I saw trees beautiful and fruitful, and self-grown was their wreath.
Their timber flourishes, and their fruits laughed.
Their roots were from Immortal Land, and the River of joy watered them,
even around the Land of their Eternal Life.
I worshipped the Lord because of His Glory.
And I said, “Blessed, O Lord, are they who are planted in Your Land,
those who have a place in Your Paradise and grow in the growth of Your trees:
they have passed from Darkness to Light.”
Behold, all Your workers do well, who work good works,
who turn away from wickedness to kindness.
They have turned back the bitterness of trees from them when they were planted in your land….
The place of Your Paradise has plentiful room, and is not fallow but even fruitful.
Glory to You, O God, the eternal delight in Paradise!
Hallelujah!
Odes of Solomon, number 11