4
Then before I had tasted of any meat, I started up, and took him up into a room until the going down of the sun.
5
Then I returned, and washed myself, and ate my meat in heaviness,
6
Remembering that prophecy of Amos, as he said, Your feasts shall be turned into mourning, and all your mirth into lamentation.
7
Therefore I wept: and after the going down of the sun I went and made a grave, and buried him.
8
But my neighbours mocked me, and said, This man is not yet afraid to be put to death for this matter: who fled away; and yet, lo, he burieth the dead again.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.