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I was reminded of what the prophet Amos had said to the people of Bethel, 1 "Your festivals will be turned into funerals, and your glad songs will become cries of grief." I began to weep.
4
I jumped up and left the table without even touching my food. I removed the body from the street and carried it to a little shed, where I left it until sunset, when I could bury it.
5
Then I returned home and washed, so as to purify myself. In deep sorrow I ate my dinner.
6
I was reminded of what the prophet Amos had said to the people of Bethel, "Your festivals will be turned into funerals, and your glad songs will become cries of grief." I began to weep.
7
After sunset I went out, dug a grave, and buried the man.
8
My neighbors thought I was crazy. "Haven't you learned anything?" they asked. "You have already been hunted down once for burying the dead, and you would have been killed if you had not run away. But here you are doing the same thing all over again."