Who is able to state one from a thousand thousands of thousands and a myriad myriads of myriads of Thy mighty deeds, O King of Kings of Kings, before whom the beasts are stationed and stand [speaking] with a still small voice – they are fire, their palate is fire, their movement is fire, their speech is fire, yet are they afraid because of fire, lest they be burned in flames of fire; it is Thou whom they encompass, it is Thou whom they surround; with Thee are they hidden, in Thy bosom do they give utterance, in secret and intelligence, girded with strength, clothed with magnificence.
The eye may not travel to where Thou dwellest, King great and holy, ruler over the highest and over the lowest, over the first and over the last. There is none among the highest, nor among the lowest, nor among the first, nor among the last, who can know Thy works and search out all Thy wonders. Just as none is able to imagine ab, bc, cd, de, ef, fg, gh, hi, ij. Metatron whose name is called according to eight names, his name is Margawiel, his name is Gayothiel, his name is Ziwathiel, his name is ’Izihiel, his name is Yahawiel, his name is Mayoel, his name is Segansagiel, his name is Segansayriyah.
And from the love with which they love him on high, they call him in the camps of the holy ones, Metatron, Servant of the Lord, slow to anger and plenteous in mercy. Blessed be thou O Lord, wise in secrets and Lord of hidden things, Amen, Amen, Selah, Selah.