5
Then, when I returned, I washed myself and ate my food in sadness.
6
I remembered the word that Amos the prophet pronounced against Bethel: Your festivals will be transformed into sadness and all your songsinto sorrowful wailing. And I wept.
7
After sunset I went out, dug a hole, and buried him.
8
My neighbors made fun of me, saying, "Is he no longer afraid that he will be killed for doing this kind of thing? He ran away, but now look: he is burying the dead again!"
9
That night I washed myself and went into my courtyard and fell asleep alongside the courtyard wall, with my face uncovered because of the heat.