Prudentius
Nicene & Post-Nicene · AD 325–500 · 59 passages across 15 books
Commentary
Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man?
And impregnated flesh made from the dust
With the divine nature; God has assumed
Humanity, joining it with divinity,
And kindled in men’s hearts new love of me.
And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
From the Father’s throne, or if your stolid ear
Catch not the voice from heaven, be wise and hear
The cry of aged woman, now with child.
O wondrous faith! The babe in senile womb
Greets through his mother’s lips the Virgin’s Son,
Our Lord; the child unborn makes known the cry
Of the Child bestowed on us, for speechless yet,
He caused that mouth to herald Christ as God.
And he came into all the country about Jordan, preaching the baptism of repentance for the remission of sins;
He faithfully observed this law, constructing well,
That every hill might low become and tough ways plain,
Lest when the truth should glide from heaven down to earth
It then would find a barrier to its swift approach.
And Jesus himself began to be about thirty years of age, being (as was supposed) the son of Joseph, which was the son of Heli,
When he the genealogy repeats,
The fleshly line retracing through old sires?
Up generations seventy-two
Christ mounts—so many teachers into the world
He sent—and by the steps down to his birth
Goes back to Adam, head of earthly flesh.
The Father then receives his Son and us,
And Adam son of God becomes through Christ.
Nothing now remains but that you deem this race
Unreal, Levi, Judah, Simeon,
King David, other mighty kings, unreal,
The virgin’s swelling womb itself grown big
With lying vapor, flimsy clouds and mist.
That airy blood dissolves, the bones grow soft
And melt, the trembling muscles disappear.
That every deed the idle wind dispels,
The breezes scatter, all an empty tale.
And he brought him to Jerusalem, and set him on a pinnacle of the temple, and said unto him, If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence:
For the corner raised up from that stone which the builders rejected
Will remain throughout all ages forever and ever.
Now it is head of the temple and holds the new stones together.
When he saw Jesus, he cried out, and fell down before him, and with a loud voice said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God most high? I beseech thee, torment me not.
Fetters of iron that bound him; he darts forth and kneels before Jesus.
But the Lord sets the man free and orders the devil to madden
Herds of the swine and to plunge with them into the depths of the vast sea.
And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any,
Instant was his blessed healing, and the pallor left her cheek,
As the hemorrhage she had suffered
Through so many years was stopped.
And they did eat, and were all filled: and there was taken up of fragments that remained to them twelve baskets.
With these foods that satisfy to the fullest their hunger.
Then twice six baskets are filled with the fragments that are left over:
Such is the bounty dispensed from the heavenly table forever.
Thousands at that feast reclining, with abundance had been fed
On the five loaves they had eaten and two fishes multiplied.
You, our bread, our true refection, never-failing sweetness are.
He can nevermore know hunger, who is at your banquet fed,
Nourishing not our fleshly nature, but imparting lasting life.
And he spake this parable unto them, saying,
And loses itself in the sylvan mazes,
Tearing its white fleece on the thorns and briers,
Sharp in the brambles,
Unwearied the Shepherd, that lost one seeking,
Drives away the wolves and on his strong shoulders
Brings it home again to the fold’s safekeeping,
Healed and unsullied.
He brings it back to the green fields and meadows,
Where no thorn bush waves with its cruel prickles,
Where no shaggy thistle arms trembling branches
With its tough briars.
But where palm trees grow in the open woodland,
Where the lush grass bends its green leaves, and laurels
Shade the glassy streamlet of living water
Ceaselessly flowing.
And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
You will raise up, O God, and refashion,
What mansion of rest is made ready
For the soul that is pure and unsullied?
It shall rest in the patriarch’s bosom
As did Lazarus, hedged round with flowers,
Whom Dives beheld from a distance
While he burned in the fires everlasting.
And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:
What hidden power this bird may have,
And warned that ere the cock would crow
Himself three times must be denied.
For evil deeds are ever done
Before that herald of the dawn
Enlightens humankind and brings
An end to error and to sin.
Forthwith he wept his bitter fall
Whose lying lips denied the Christ,
The while his heart was innocent,
And steadfast faith his soul preserved.
And never more such word he spoke,
By slip of tongue or conscious fault,
For mindful of the crowing cock,
The just man ceased from ways of sin.
Hence all now hold in firm belief
That in the stillness of the night
When loudly crows the joyful cock
Our Lord came back from hell’s dim shore.
But the other answering rebuked him, saying, Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation?
Blood indicates the victory, and water stands for baptism.
The two robbers on crosses on each side dispute with each other.
One denies Christ is God, but the other wins heavenly glory.
And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.
Which, when triumphing over death’s darkness,
Thou didst speak to thy robber companion,
Bidding him in thy footprints to follow.
Lo, now to the faithful is opened
The bright road to paradise leading;
Man again is permitted to enter
The garden he lost to the Serpent.
To that sacred abode, O great Leader,
Take, we pray thee, the soul of thy servant;
Let it rest in its native country,
Which it left, as an exile to wander.
Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains:
dwelling in sepulchral caves,
Bound with cruel and grinding fetters and
with raging frenzy torn,
Rushes forth and kneels in worship, as the
saving Christ draws near.
And forthwith Jesus gave them leave. And the unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, (they were about two thousand;) and were choked in the sea.
Seize upon the sordid foulness of a herd of filthy swine
And into the muddy waters plunge themselves with maddened beasts.
And he departed, and began to publish in Decapolis how great things Jesus had done for him: and all men did marvel.
Of Gerasenes, and once enchained in tombs,
It loudly grunts with pain. From lips possessed
It had cried out: “O Jesus, Son of God,
Offspring of David’s royal line, we know
Who you are and why you have come, what power
Expels us, at your coming filled with dread.”
Has not this voice, Judea, reached your ears?
True, but it has not pierced your darkened mind
And, driven back, has from the threshold fled.
Now sets the evening sun, where he who beholds
The rosy dawn beholds the Lord’s advent.
The fervent gospel word
Has thawed the Scythian frosts and Hyrcanian snows,
So that Rhodopeian Hebrus, freed from ice,
Flows from Caucasian cliffs, a gentler stream.
And he said unto her, Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.
flesh corrupted and decayed,
“Go and wash them, I command you”;
what he ordered then is done;
Wounds are healed by pious cleansing,
swollen flesh grows smooth again.
Now on eyes, by lifelong darkness,
shrouded from the light of day
Thou dost spread a clay of healing, made
with nectar from thy lips;
Soon the blinded orbs are opened and
rejoice in late-found sight.
Thou dost chide the angry tempest
and the savage hurricane,
Which upheave the tossing billows
and beset the fragile boat;
At thy bidding winds are subject,
and the rolling waves are stilled.
Then a woman, weak and timid, touched
his sacred garment’s hem:
Instant was the blessed healing, and
the pallor left her cheek,
As the hemorrhage she had suffered
through so many years was stopped.
Lazarus for four days buried, hidden in
the sunless tomb,
He restores to life and vigor, giving
power to breathe again,
And the soul returning, enters flesh
now crumbling to decay.
And commanded them that they should take nothing for their journey, save a staff only; no scrip, no bread, no money in their purse:
Is rest supreme, with simple food and dress
To feed and clothe our bodies and to seek
No more than is prescribed by nature’s wants.
When going on a journey, take no purse,
Nor of a second tunic think, and be
Not anxious for the morrow, lest for food
The belly lack. Our daily bread returns
With every sun. Does any bird take thought
Of tomorrow, certain to be fed by God?
He saith unto them, How many loaves have ye? go and see. And when they knew, they say, Five, and two fishes.
As food before the people thronging round
Their master, by their hunger undeterred,
Who mindful not of food forgot their towns,
Their forts, their markets, hamlets, trading-posts
And cities, glad to feed upon his words.
The festive gathering swarms upon the plain;
By hundreds they recline in friendly bands,
And round the countless boards they range themselves
To dine on two small fish and scanty crusts
He multiplies—know now that he is God!