And suddenly I cried to God, “If one should rise among them, even of themselves, and start up from the table and should cast away his cup, and cry, ‘My brothers and my sisters, stay! what is it that we drink?’—and with his sword should cut in two the curtain, and holding wide the fragments, cry, ‘Brothers, sisters, see! it is not wine, not wine! not wine! My brothers, oh, my sisters!’ and he should overturn the—”
God said, “Be still!—, see there.”
I looked: before the banquet-house, among the grass, I saw a row of mounds, flowers covered them, and gilded marble stood at their heads. I asked God what they were.
He answered, “They are the graves of those who rose up at the feast and cried.”
And I asked God how they came there.
He said, “The men of the banquet-house rose and cast them down backwards.”
I said, “Who buried them?”
God said, “The men who cast them down.”
I said, “How came it that they threw them down, and then set marble over them?”
God said, “Because the bones cried out, they covered them.”