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."
9
That night I washed, so as to purify myself, and went out into my courtyard to sleep by the wall. It was a hot night, and I did not pull the cover up over my head.
Scripture taken from the Good News Translation - Second Edition, Copyright 1992 by American Bible Society. Used by Permission.