Whenever she went up to the Lord’s house, her rival taunted her in this way every year. Hannah wept and would not eat.
My heart is afflicted, withered like grass; I even forget to eat my food.
Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.
80 men came from Shechem, Shiloh, and Samaria who had shaved their beards, torn their garments, and gashed themselves, and who were carrying grain and incense offerings to bring to the temple of the Lord.
Her rival would taunt her severely just to provoke her, because the Lord had kept Hannah from conceiving.
“Hannah, why are you crying? ” her husband Elkanah asked. “Why won’t you eat? Why are you troubled? Am I not better to you than 10 sons? ”
Hannah prayed: My heart rejoices in the Lord; my horn is lifted up by the Lord. My mouth boasts over my enemies, because I rejoice in Your salvation.
Each year his mother made him a little robe and took it to him when she went with her husband to offer the annual sacrifice.