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Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness {hang-over} from the vintner; God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly! Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals on my tongue.
By the God who was in pre-eternity living and knowing and omnipotent, everlasting,
Heart pure of breath and firm of foot, you came in order to warn the best of communities.