Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears away another generation of men.

1 WHEN Enosh was nine hundred years old, all the children of Shĕth, and of Qĕynan, and his first-born, with their wives and children, gathered around him, asking for a blessing from him.

2 He then prayed over them and blessed them, and adjured them by the blood of Heḇel the just saying to them, “Let not one of your children go down from this Qodesh Mountain, and let them make no fellowship with the children of Qayin the murderer.”

3 Then Enosh called his son Qĕynan and said to him, “See, O my son, and set thy heart on thy people, and establish them in righteousness, and in innocence; and stand ministering before the body of our father Aḏam, all the days of thy life.”

4 After this Enosh entered into rest, aged nine hundred and eighty-five years; and Qĕynan wound him up, and laid him in the Cave of Treasures on the left of his father Aḏam; and made offerings for him, after the custom of his fathers.