6Remembering that prophecy of Amos, as he said, Your feasts shall be turned into mourning, and all your mirth into lamentation. 7Therefore I wept: and after the going down of the sun I went and made a grave, and buried him. 8But 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. 9The same night also I returned from the burial, and slept by the wall of my courtyard, being polluted and my face was uncovered:10And I knew not that there were sparrows in the wall, and mine eyes being open, the sparrows muted 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 did nourish me, until I went into Elymais. 11And my wife Anna did take women's works to do. 12And when she had sent them home to the owners, they paid her wages, and gave her also besides a kid.