Hear, O wise men, my words, and ye that have knowledge, give ear unto
me; consider, O noble men and greybeards, and hearken, ye that are
ignorant and young; for my mouth shall utter truth, and the opening of
my lips shall be right things. I have left my house, forsaken my
inheritance, and abandoned my place, the land of my birth, and my
people, because my mother’s sons were incensed against me, and made me
keeper of a vineyard which is not mine own. I therefore betook myself to
travel and to seek repose, so that my spirit and soul may find rest and
have respite, and my life may be in solitude. With me were companions
who hearkened unto my words. And behold, there was an old man walking in
the field, praising and rendering thanks to God. His likeness was as the
likeness of kings, and his majesty was as the majesty of angels. Time
changed him not, nor did the years alter him. His eyes were as the eyes
of doves, and his temples as a piece of a pomegranate. His stature was
not bent, nor did his strength fail. His eye was not dim, nor his
natural force abated. His oils were as fragrant as the odor of spikenard
plants. His mouth was most sweet, yea, he was altogether lovely. I said
unto him: ‘May peace be multiplied unto thee, and mayst thou never go
astray! Whose son art thou? what is thy name? what is thine occupation?
and which is thy place?’
And he answered me with words set with precious stones and with speeches
arranged as the Thummim and Urim. And he said unto me: ‘May God make thy
name good, and may thy peace be as a river. May He continually be thy
confidence, and keep thy foot from being taken! My name is Hai b. Mekiz,
and the holy city is my place, and my occupation is that in which thou
seest me engaged without being wearied: I run to and fro in every city
and province, in every nook and corner. My father led me in the way of
wisdom, and taught me knowledge and discretion. I was with him a
nursling in Baal-hamon[123]; in his shadow I sat down with great delight
and did not move, for his fruit was sweet to my taste.’
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