And now the last night of Sodom was approaching. Already the clouds of vengeance cast their shadows over the devoted city. But men perceived it not. While angels drew near on their mission of destruction, men were dreaming of prosperity and pleasure. The last days was like every other that had come and gone. Evening fell upon a scene of loveliness and security. A landscape of unrivaled beauty was bathed in the rays of the declining sun. The coolness of eventide had called forth the inhabitants of the 158 city, and the pleasure-seeking throngs were passing to and fro, intent upon the enjoyment of the hour.

Og nu nærmede Sodomas sidste nat sig. Hævnens skyer kastede allerede deres skygger over byen, der var bestemt til undergang. Men menneskene lagde ikke mærke til det. Mens engle nærmede sig for at ødelægge byen, drømte menneskene om velstand og fornøjelser. Den sidste dag var ligesom enhver anden, der var kommet og gået. Aftenen sænkede sig over et landskab, der var præget af skønhed og tryghed. Den uforlignelig skønne egn lå badet i den nedgående sols stråler. Aftenens kølighed havde lokket byens indbyggere ud, og de forlystelsessyge skarer gik frem og tilbage, opsat på at nyde hvert minut.