“‘You copied the life of your sister. Now I’ll let you drink the cup she drank. “‘This is the Message of God, the Master: “‘You’ll drink your sister’s cup, a cup canyon-deep and ocean-wide. You’ll be shunned and taunted as you drink from that cup, full to the brim. You’ll be falling-down-drunk and the tears will flow as you drink from that cup titanic with terror: It’s the cup of your sister Samaria. You’ll drink it dry, then smash it to bits and eat the pieces, and end up tearing at your breasts. I’ve given the word— Decree of God, the Master.

“Furthermore, they even sent out invitations by special messenger to men far away—and, sure enough, they came. They bathed themselves, put on makeup and provocative lingerie. They reclined on a sumptuous bed, aromatic with incense and oils—my incense and oils! The crowd gathered, jostling and pushing, a drunken rabble. They adorned the sisters with bracelets on their arms and tiaras on their heads.

“Son of man, God, the Master, says: Call the birds! Call the wild animals! Call out, ‘Gather and come, gather around my sacrificial meal that I’m preparing for you on the mountains of Israel. You’ll eat meat and drink blood. You’ll eat off the bodies of great heroes and drink the blood of famous princes as if they were so many rams and lambs, goats and bulls, the choicest grain-fed animals of Bashan. At the sacrificial meal I’m fixing for you, you’ll eat fat till you’re stuffed and drink blood till you’re drunk. At the table I set for you, you’ll stuff yourselves with horses and riders, heroes and fighters of every kind.’ Decree of God, the Master.