How art thou without regret oh thou son of man, selling your soul for a piece of worthless bread of worldy desires.
aren't you have no dread of the fire below, which at first cools the thirst of cold on the soles of your feet, before long devouring it all up, hear oh son of man the voice of the thinkless greedy man he says, I met with the old dragon the one who sits among princes, the one whose craftiness is wisdom for all, that old dragon from the pit of sulphur, do not rebuke him and he shall spread his wings around you, open wide your mouth and he shall feed you with golden fortune.
then I said to the Thinkless and Greedy man, Oh thou fool, miserable were you born, disastrous is your returning, how dare you shake bloody coated hands with that defeated beast, six hundred and sixty six times you knock blasphemy on Elohim's door, run and hide yourself from the rain of wrath bursting forth from Elohim's majesty, oh what a great pain when the serpent says "I know you not"