

A story with some similar elements is told in. There they agree to build a and a tall enough to reach., observing their city and tower, confounds their speech so that they can no longer understand each other, and scatters them around the world.Some modern scholars have associated the Tower of Babel with known structures, notably the, a dedicated to the god in. There thou shalt stand upon the great watch-tower of Day, where all is awakenment, and gaze forth on the kingdom of the vine and the land of the houses of coolness.By (1563)The Tower of Babel (: מִגְדַּל בָּבֶל, Migdal Bavel) narrative in 11:1–9 is an meant to explain why the world's peoples speak different languages.According to the story, a united in the generations following the, speaking a single language and migrating westward, comes to the land of ( שִׁנְעָר). On her forehead shines the crescent moon, pearl-like, and softly gleaming with the light of an inner light. Her hair is as a flood of dancing moon- beams, woven with golden ears of corn, and caught up by flashing serpents of malachite and emerald.

Lo! there she stands, born in maturity, shaken from out the loins of the darkness, as a rainbow from the purple jars of the thunder. … The horizon is cleft and glows like a womb of fire, the hosts of the night are scattered, I am born, and the stars melt like flakes of snow before mine eyes.

See! the night heaves as a woman great with child, and the surface of the black waters shimmers as the quivering skin of one in the agony of travail. Yet I doubt, and doubt that I doubt … I behold! … What do I hear? Words of mystery float around me, a music of voices, a sweetness, as of the scent of far burning incense yea! I see, I hear, I am caught up on the wings of song. O whence do I come, where am I, O whither do I go? For I sit maddened by the terrors of a great darkness. I crouch on the tower of uttermost silence awaiting the coming of the armies of the dawn. CHAOS and ancient night have engulfed me I am blind.
