1 Hearing these words, Methushelaḥ, too, was troubled and said, Fear not, my son, for although I know now the meaning of these things, I will go unto my father, Ḥanoḵ, for he is privy to the messengers and he will be able to explain all things to us.

2 Whereupon, Methushelaḥ traveled to the top of the highest mountain whence he could speak unto his father, Ḥanoḵ, and he said unto him, My father, my daughter, who is the wife of my son Lemeḵ, hath this day brought forth a man-child.

3 And at his birth the room was full of light so that they could not look upon him and when they could look upon him, behold the child’s hair was white and fire seemed to come from his eyes and then he stood upon his feet and sang a hymn of praise unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 and lo, he seemed to have the tongue of a messenger.

4 Thus saith my son Lemeḵ, who is greatly perplexed as to the meaning of these things and how he can raise such a son.