From Letter 127:
Rome had been besieged and its
citizens had been forced to buy their lives with gold. Then thus despoiled they had been besieged
again so as to lose not their substance only but their lives. My voice sticks in my throat; and, as I
dictate, sobs choke my utterance. The
City which had taken the whole world was itself taken; nay more famine was
beforehand with the sword and but few citizens were left to be made captives. In their frenzy the starving people had
recourse to hideous food; and tore each other limb from limb that they might
have flesh to eat. Even the mother did
not spare the babe at her breast. In the
night was Moab taken, in the night did her wall fall down. (Isaiah 15:1) “O God, the heathen have come into your
inheritance; your holy temple have they defiled; they have made Jerusalem an
orchard. The dead bodies of your servants have they given to be meat unto the
fowls of the heaven, the flesh of your saints unto the beasts of the earth. Their blood have they shed like water round
about Jerusalem; and there was none to bury them”














