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.
4
I got up and left the meal before tasting it. I removed the body from the street and placed it in one of the smaller houses until sunset when I would bury it.
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!"