英日翻訳をお願いします。原文は：

「However, when Father Cook began to fondle me and play with my breasts, I knew I needed to ask something from the great Kukulkán, guardian of our people, and the Supreme Deity of War. He is the plumed serpent, the one we pray to for revenge against our transgressors. Christianity never taught me revenge. I was always told to “be obedient, be humble and sacrifice for the poor,” which are good attributes to have, but what happens to our enemies, the ones who do us wrong? We were told to “pray for them,” as Jesus did. Not so for the great Kukulkán. When I brought my offering of lamb’s blood, the traditional offering to gain something in return, I put the carafe on the chac mool, said my prayer, and left.」

以上です。機械翻訳はご遠慮ください。よろしくお願い致します。