“Get dressed,” the angel told him, “and put on your sandals.” And he did so. “Wrap your cloak around you,” he told him, “and follow me.”

When you come, bring the cloak I left in Troas with Carpus, as well as the scrolls, especially the parchments.

You will roll them up like a cloak,
and they will be changed like a robe.
But You are the same,
and Your years will never end.