⌞Suddenly,⌟ he said to his father, “My head! My head!” The father told his servant, “Carry him to his mother.”
Several years later the boy went to his father, who was with the harvest workers.
The servant picked him up and brought him to his mother. The boy sat on her lap until noon, when he died.
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. My heart is beating wildly! My heart is pounding! I can’t keep quiet because I hear a ram’s horn sounding the alarm for war.