Tobit 2:8

8 But my neighbors mocked me and said,"This man is not yet afraid to be put to death for this matter; he fled away, and yet, lo, he burieth the dead again."

Tobit 2:8 In-Context

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 neighbors mocked me and said,"This man is not yet afraid to be put to death for this matter; he fled away, and yet, lo, he burieth the dead again."

9 The same night also I returned from the burial and slept by the wall of my courtyard, being polluted, and my face was uncovered.

10 And I knew not that there were sparrows on the wall; and mine eyes being open, the sparrows voided warm dung into mine eyes, and a whiteness came in mine eyes. And I went to the physicians, but they helped me not. Moreover Achiacharus nourished me until I went into Elymais.