2 And when I saw abundance of meat, I said to my son, Go and bring what poor man soever thou shalt find out of our brethren, who is mindful of the Lord; and, lo, I tarry for thee.
3 But he came again, and said, Father, one of our nation is strangled, and is cast out in the market place.
4 Then before I had tasted of any meat, I started up, and took him up into a room until the going down of the sun.
5 Then I returned, and washed myself, and ate my meat in heaviness,
6 remembering that prophecy of Amos, as he said, Your feasts shall be turned into mourning, and all your mirth into lamentation.
7 Therefore I wept: and after the going down of the sun I went and made a grave, and buried him.
8 But my neighbors mocked me, and said, This man is not yet afraid to be put to death for this matter: who fled away; and yet, lo, he burieth the dead again.