And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
And when the child was grown, it fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers.
And when he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees till noon, and then died.