Odes of Solomon/Ode 2

Immortal Land

¹ I saw trees beautiful and fruitful,

and self-grown was their wreath.

² Their timber flourishes, and their fruits rejoiced.

Their roots were from immortal land,

³ and the river of joy watered them,

even around the land of their eternal life.

⁴ Blessed are those who <see> your waters.