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The prophets say: "The day for remedy has passed; remedy was there, along with powerful means. O bird out of season, O wretch, go; leave us, do not get involved in our blood." He turns his face toward the left hand; among his lineage and kin they say to him, "Enough! Come now, give your own answer to the Creator. Who are we, sir? Keep your hands off us." Neither from this side nor from that side does any remedy come; the soul of that poor-hearted one is torn into a hundred pieces. The poor lord, despairing of everyone, then raises both hands in prayer: "I have despaired of everyone, O God; You are the First and the Last and the final end." See these lovely signs in the prayer, so that you may know that this will surely come to pass. Bring the chick out from the egg of prayer; do not strike your head like a bird without reverence or proper order.