Homilies on the Dormition of the Mother of God · §3.3 · John of Damascus

Homily III — A new exodus song, and why she had to die

Let the demons flee; let the thrice-wretched Nestorians and their leader, the new Pharaoh, the bitter destroyer and tyrant, wail as the Egyptians did long ago. For they have been buried in the depths of their blasphemy (Exodus 15:4–5). But let us who were saved with dry feet (Exodus 14:29) and have crossed the salt sea of ungodliness sing to the Mother of God the song of her exodus.

Let Miriam, the Church, take the timbrel in her hands and lead off the festal song (Exodus 15:20–21). Let the young women of the spiritual Israel go out with timbrels and dances, shouting for joy. Kings of the earth and judges with rulers, young men and virgins, old men with the younger (Psalm 148:11–12): let them sing hymns to the Mother of God. Let assemblies, and words of every kind, and the varied tongues of nations and peoples compose a new song. Let the air resound all around with spiritual reeds and trumpets, and let it fashion a new day of salvation with flashes of fire. Rejoice, you heavens, and let the clouds rain down gladness (Isaiah 45:8). Leap, you rams of God's chosen flock, you divine apostles, raised up like high and lofty mountains by the loftiest contemplations; and you lambs of God, holy people, nurslings of the Church, like hills reaching up by your own choice toward the high mountains (Psalm 114:4).

Ah! Ah! Has the fountain of life died, the Mother of my Lord (Luke 1:43)? Yes, for what was put together from earth had to return to earth (Genesis 3:19), and so pass over to heaven, receiving from the earth, through the laying of her body in it, the gift of a life wholly pure. For like gold she had to cast off the earthy and lustreless thickness of mortality, and, with death as the furnace, to rise from the tomb with her flesh incorrupt and pure, shining with the light of incorruption.

Greek

Φευγέτωσαν δαίμονες, ὀλολυζέτωσαν τρισάθλιοι Νεστώριοι, ὡς πρόπαλαι οἱ Αἰγύπτιοι, καὶ ὁ τούτων ἔξαρχος ὁ νέος Φαραώ, ὁ πικρὸς ἀλάστωρ καὶ τύραννος. Τῷ βυθῷ γὰρ τῆς βλασφημίας κατεχώσθησαν. Ἡμεῖς δὲ οἱ σωθέντες ἀβρόχοις ποσίν, καὶ τὴν ἁλμυρὰν τῆς ἀσεβείας ὑπερβάντες θάλασσαν, ᾄσωμεν τῇ Μητρὶ τοῦ Θεοῦ ᾠδὴν τὴν ἐξόδιον.

Αἱρέτω Μαριὰμ ἡ Ἐκκλησία ταῖς χερσὶ τὸ τύμπανον, καὶ ἐξαρχέτω ᾠδὴν τὴν ἑόρτιον. Ἐξίτωσαν τοῦ πνευματικοῦ Ἰσραὴλ αἱ νεάνιδες μετὰ τυμπάνων καὶ χορῶν ἀλαλάζουσαι. Βασιλεῖς τῆς γῆς καὶ κριταὶ σὺν ἄρχουσι, νεανίσκοι καὶ παρθένοι, πρεσβῦται μετὰ νεωτέρων, τὴν Θεοτόκον ὑμνείτωσαν, σύλλογοι, καὶ λόγοι παντοδαποί, καὶ ἐθνῶν καὶ λαῶν γλῶσσαι διάφοροι, ᾆσμα καινὸν μελουργείτωσαν. Περιηχείτω ἀὴρ πνευματικοῖς δόναξί τε καὶ σάλπιγξι, καὶ τοῖς ἐκ πυρὸς ἀμαρύγμασιν ἡμέραν καινουργείτω σωτήριον. Εὐφράνθητε, οὐρανοί, καὶ αἱ νεφέλαι ῥανάτωσαν ἀγαλλίασιν. Σκιρτήσατε, κριοὶ τῆς ἐκλεκτῆς τοῦ Θεοῦ ποίμνης, οἱ θεῖοι ἀπόστολοι, ὡς ὄρη ὑψηλὰ καὶ μετέωρα ταῖς ὑψηλοτάταις θεωρίαις ὑψούμενοι, καὶ ἄρνες Θεοῦ, λαὸς ἅγιος, τῆς Ἐκκλησίας τὰ θρέμματα, ὥσπερ βουνοὶ πρὸς τὰ ὑψηλὰ ὄρη τῇ προαιρέσει ἀνατεινόμενοι.

Βαβαί! βαβαί! τέθνηκεν ἡ πηγὴ τῆς ζωῆς, ἡ τοῦ Κυρίου μου Μήτηρ; Ἔδει γὰρ τὸ ἐκ γῆς συντεθὲν παλινοστῆσαι πρὸς γῆν, καὶ οὕτω μεταναστῆναι πρὸς οὐρανόν, ἐκ τῆς γῆς λαβὼν τὴν δεδωρημένην τῇ γῇ τῇ καταθέσει τοῦ σώματος παναχήρατον ζωήν. Ἔδει γὰρ καθάπερ χρυσὸν ἀποβαλοῦσαν τὸ γεῶδες καὶ ἀλαμπὲς τῆς θνητότητος πάχος, ὡς ἐν χωνεύσει τῷ θανάτῳ τὴν σάρκα ἄφθαρτον καὶ καθαράν, τῷ φέγγει τῆς ἀφθαρσίας ἐκλάμπουσαν ἐξαναστῆναι τοῦ μνήματος.

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