5
When I returned, I washed myself and ate my food in sorrow.
6
Then I remembered the prophecy of Amos, how he said against Bethel, "Your festivals shall be turned into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation." And I wept.
7
When the sun had set, I went and dug a grave and buried him.
8
And my neighbors laughed and said, "Is he still not afraid? He has already been hunted down to be put to death for doing this, and he ran away; yet here he is again burying the dead!"
9
That same night I washed myself and went into my courtyard and slept by the wall of the courtyard; and my face was uncovered because of the heat.