Before there was I was
I raised foundations from fountains of the deep
And therein sprang wisdom as a wellspring of life
In the knowledge of it all was the weight of it all
Yet of my understanding did I form
And within all things understood was my understanding
For of my thought was it all
And it was all my thought
In my breath remained the idea
The idea itself was life
My breath was the very life of all things

I remain,
Not lessened by creation,
But exalted by it
My presence fills it all
In the eyes of the wise am I found
Glory be unto him who can behold
Foolish is he that comprehends not
He who understands not me understands death
For I am He that was, is, and will forever be