So my son Tobiyyah went to seek of the poor, and he returned in bitterness of soul, and said to me, My father, one of our brethren hath been slain, and cast out in the street of the city.
And when I heard it I was troubled and in sore distress, and I left my table, and went, and lifted him up from the street, and took him in my keeping until the going down of the sun, that I might be able to bury him. Then I returned to my house, and ate my bread with tears and lamentation, and I remembered the word which the prophet Amos uttered in Bethel, saying, ‘And I will turn your feasts into mourning,’ etc. And I wept very sore.