2 But so much food was put on the table that I said to Tobias, “Son, many other Israelites were brought to Nineveh as captives. Go out and find someone who is poor and very loyal to God. Bring him here to share this meal with us. We will wait until you get back.”
3 Tobias went out to look for some Israelites who were poor. But he returned alone and said, “Father!”“What's the matter?” I asked.“An Israelite has been murdered!” Tobias answered. “He was strangled, then his body was thrown down and left lying in the street.”
4 We had not started eating, and so I jumped up from the table and went to the street where the body was. I brought it back to my own home and left it in one of the rooms, because I could not bury it until after dark.
5 Then I washed myself and ate the festival meal, but I was very sad.
6 I remembered that the prophet Amos had said, “Your festivals and joyful singing will turn into sorrow,” and
7 I began crying.Later, after the sun had set, I went out and dug a grave and buried the body.
8 My neighbors made fun of me and said to each other, “Tobit had to go into hiding once, when the king tried to have him arrested and put to death for burying people like this one. You would think Tobit would be afraid to do the same thing again.”