God said, “Ay, exceeding great.”
And I listened.
God asked me what I was listening to.
And I said, “A sound of weeping, and I hear the sound of strokes, but I
cannot tell whence it comes.”
God said, “It is the echo of the wine-press lingering still among the
coping-stones upon the mounds. A banquet-house stood here.”
And he called me to come further.
Upon a barren hill-side, where the soil was arid, God called me to stand
still. And I looked around.
God said, “There was a feasting-house here once upon a time.”