Dread, invincible, great, deathless One,
Whom Ether crowns.”...
By the expression “Sire of our Mother” (μητροπάτωρ) he not only intimates creation out of nothing, but gives occasion to those who introduce emissions of imagining a consort of the Deity. And he paraphrases those prophetic Scriptures—that in Isaiah, “I am He that fixes the thunder, and creates the wind; whose hands have founded the host of heaven;”[883] and that in Moses, “Behold, behold that I am He, and there is no god beside me: I will kill, and I will make to live; I will smite, and I will heal: and there is none that shall deliver out of my hands.”[884]
“And He, from good, to mortals planteth ill,
And cruel war, and tearful woes,”
according to Orpheus.
Such also are the words of the Parian Archilochus:
“O Zeus, thine is the power of heaven, and thou
Inflict’st on men things violent and wrong.”[885]
Again let the Thracian Orpheus sing to us: