3 And he came, and said, Father, one of our race is strangled, and is cast out in the marketplace.
4 And before I had tasted anything, I sprang up, and took him up into a chamber until the sun was set.
5 And I returned, and washed myself, and ate my bread in heaviness,
6 and remembered the prophecy of Amos, as he said, Your feasts shall be turned into mourning, And all your mirth into lamentation.
7 And I wept: and when the sun was set, I went and made a grave, and buried him.
8 And my neighbors mocked me, and said, He is no longer afraid to be put to death for this matter: and yet he fled away: and, behold, he buries the dead again.
9 And the same night I returned from burying him, and slept by the wall of my courtyard, being polluted; and my face was uncovered: