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I remembered the oracle pronounced by the prophet Amos against Bethel:(A)

“I will turn your feasts into mourning,
    and all your songs into dirges.”

Then I wept. At sunset I went out, dug a grave, and buried him.

My neighbors mocked me, saying: “Does he have no fear? Once before he was hunted, to be executed for this sort of deed, and he ran away; yet here he is again burying the dead!”

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