Chapter whereby the Words of Truth are brought to a Person in the Netherworld.

The speed of bloodhounds is given to those who are in Heaven, and the mettle of hyaenas to those who belong to the host of angels.

Lo, I bring this my word of truth, and I collect this word of truth from every quarter in which it is, more persistently than hounds of chase and more swiftly than the Light.

O angel who guidest the Bark of the sun, sound is thy rigging and free from disaster as thou passest on to the Tank of Flame.

Lo, I collect this my word of truth from every quarter in which it is, in behalf of every person whom it concerneth, more persistently than hounds of chase and more swiftly than Light; by the command of Him who createth the angels out of Silence, or reduceth them to inactivity, who imparteth warmth to them.

Lo, I collect this my word of truth from every quarter in which it is, in behalf of every person whom it concerneth, more persistently than hounds of chase and more swiftly than the Light.