He said to his father, My head, my head. He said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.
When the child was grown, it fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers.
When he had taken him, and brought him to his mother, he sat on her knees until noon, and then died.
My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my shalom; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.