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:
10 and I knew not that there were sparrows in the wall; and, mine eyes being open, the sparrows muted warm dung into mine eyes, and white films came in mine eyes; and I went to the physicians, and they helped me not: but Achiacharus did nourish me, until I went into Elymais.
11 And my wife Anna did spin in the women’s chambers,