I would hear and understand, how “In the Beginning Thou madest the heaven and earth.” Moses wrote this, wrote and departed,
passed hence from Thee to Thee; nor is he now before me. For if he were, I would hold him and ask him, and beseech him by
Thee to open these things unto me, and would lay the ears of my body to the sounds bursting out of his mouth. And should he
speak Hebrew, in vain will it strike on my senses, nor would aught of it touch my mind; but if Latin, I should know
what he said. But whence should I know, whether he spake truth? Yea, and if I knew this also, should I know it from him?
Truly within me, within, in the chamber of my thoughts, Truth, neither Hebrew, nor Greek, nor Latin, nor barbarian, without
organs of voice or tongue, or sound of syllables, would say, “It is truth,” and I forthwith should say confidently to that
man of Thine, “thou sayest truly.” Whereas then I cannot enquire of him, Thee, Thee I beseech, O Truth, full of Whom he spake
truth, Thee, my God, I beseech, forgive my sins; and Thou, who gavest him Thy servant to speak these things, give to me
also to understand them.