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Out of hunger, the flesh of their sons they ate. Afterwards, I tore out the tongues of those officers whose mouths had blasphemed against Asshur, my master, and slaughtered them on Sennacheribs tomb. Any men left still alive were brought before the winged bulls built by Sennacherib, my grandfather, and whipped. I tossed their quivering flesh for the jackals, the birds, and the fish to eat. In this way, I placated the wrath of the gods who had become incensed by their ignominious deeds.