On the one hand this fills me with virulent loathing for any deity who makes unfair horrible demands like that against people's basic natures, and on the other I imagine Jerome dying, meeting Jesus, who weeps over the sacrifice he has made, hands him his card for the Pearly Gates Library and introduces him to M. Tullius Cicero.

Dear Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and all the saints and company of Heaven, please let St Jerome be reading Cicero right now, Amen.