1Then the Most High said, Call Death here to me – the one who is called The Shameless Face and the Pitiless Look. 2And Michael the spirit 1 Lit. ‘the incorporeal one’. went away and said to Death, Come: the Sovereign of creation, the Immortal King is calling for you. 3When Death heard this he was much alarmed and shivered and shook; and he came with great trepidation and stood before the invisible Father, shivering, groaning, and trembling, as he awaited his Sovereign's bidding. 4And the invisible God said to Death, Come, you most bitter and savage name in all the world! 5Hide your ferocity, cover up your corruption, put off your asperity 2 Lit. ‘bitterness’. from you, and put on your beauty and all your glory, and go down to my friend Abraham. 6,7Take him and bring him to me. Yet I tell you now not to frighten him, but win him with gentle guile, for he is my own true friend. 8Death listened and went out from the presence of the Most High; and he put on a most brilliant robe and made his face shine like the sun. 9He appeared 3 Lit. ‘He became’. more handsome and beautiful than any human, having assumed an archangel's form, and his cheeks flashed with fire. 10,11And so he went off to Abraham. Now the righteous Abraham had left his room and was sitting under the trees of Mamre, his chin on his hand, waiting for the archangel Michael to come back, when lo, there came in his direction a pleasant smell and a flashing light. 12And Abraham turned round and saw Death coming towards him in great glory and beauty. 13And Abraham got up to meet him, for he thought he was God's Prince. 14And when Death saw him, he bowed to him and said, Greetings, honoured Abraham, righteous soul, true friend of God Most High, and companion of the holy angels. 15And Abraham said to Death, Greetings to you. 16You are like the sun, and you shine as does the sun: most glorious helper, brilliant, 4 Lit. ‘light-bearing’. Cp. vii. 5; xii. 7; xiv. 10. wondrous man! 17Whence comes your Splendour to us? 18Who are you? And whence come you? Death said, Most righteous Abraham, lo, I tell you the truth: I am the bitter cup of death. 19Abraham said to him, No: you are the world's paragon of loveliness: you are the glory and the beauty of angels and of men: you are more nobly formed than any form there is; and yet you say you are the bitter cup of death. 20Should you not rather say, I am more nobly formed than nobility itself? 5 Lit. ‘than every good thing’. 21And Death said, No: I am telling you the truth: it is that very name which God has given me that I am telling you. 22And Abraham said, Why have you come here? 23,24And Death said, I have come for your holy soul. So Abraham said, I understand what you are saying; but I will not follow you. 25And Death was silent and answered him not a word.