1This is the letter 1 Lit. ‘These are the words of the letter’. that Baruch, the son of Neriah, sent to the nine and a half tribes, which were across the river Euphrates, in which these things were written.
2Baruch, 2 Lit. ‘Thus says Baruch’. the son of Neriah, to his brothers in captivity, Mercy and peace to you. 3I can never forget, my brothers, the love of him who created us, who loved us from the beginning and never hated us, but rather subjected us to discipline. 4Nor can I forget that all we of the twelve tribes are united by a common bond, inasmuch as we are descended from a single father. 5Hence my concern to leave you in this letter, before I die, some words of comfort amid the evils that have come upon you, in the hope that you may also be moved to share in your brothers' grief at the evil that has befallen them, and, again, that you may accept as just the sentence the Most High passed upon you, namely, that you should be carried off as captives (even though what you have suffered is scarcely in proportion to what you did), in order that in the last times you may be found worthy of your fathers. 6For if you realize that what you now suffer is for your good, so that you may not in the end be condemned and tormented, then you will receive eternal hope – if, that is, you have purged your minds of the vanities and errors that were the cause of your being taken away. 7For if you do this, he will remember you continually, he who always promised on our behalf to those who were far superior to ourselves, that he will never forget us or forsake us, but in the greatness of his mercy will gather together again those who have been dispersed.