וְלֹא־יָכְלָ֣ה עוֹד֮ הַצְּפִינוֹ֒ וַתִּֽקַּֽח־לוֹ֙ תֵּ֣בַת גֹּ֔מֶא וַתַּחְמְרָ֥ה בַחֵמָ֖ר וּבַזָּ֑פֶת וַתָּ֤שֶׂם בָּהּ֙ אֶת־הַיֶּ֔לֶד וַתָּ֥שֶׂם בַּסּ֖וּף עַל־שְׂפַ֥ת הַיְאֹֽר׃
Ale nie mogła go dłużej ukrywać, i wzięła dlań czółenko z trzciny, i wylepiła je asfaltem i smołą, a włożywszy w nie dziecię, postawiła w sitowiu nad brzegiem rzeki.
On the Confusion of Tongues
[106] On the other hand the mind called Moses, that goodly plant, given the name of goodly at his very birth (Ex. 2:2), who in virtue of his larger citizenship took the world for his township and country, weeps bitterly (Ex. 2:6) in the days when he is imprisoned in the ark of the body bedaubed as with “asphalt-pitch” (Ex. 2:3), which thinks to receive and contain, as with cement, impressions of all that is presented through sense. He weeps for his captivity, pressed sore by his yearning for a nature that knows no body. He weeps also for the mind of the multitude, so erring, so vanity-ridden, so miserable—the mind which clings to false opinion and thinks that itself, or any created being at all, possesses aught that is firm, fast-cemented and immutably established, whereas all that is fixed and permanent in circumstances and condition is graven as on stone in the keeping of God alone.