The boy said to his father, “Oh, my head! My head hurts!” The father said to his servant, “Carry him to his mother!”
My sadness and worry is making my stomach hurt. I am bent over in pain. I am so afraid. My heart is pounding inside me. I cannot keep quiet, because I have heard the trumpet blow. The trumpet is calling the army to war.
The boy grew. One day the boy went out into the fields to see his father and the men cutting the grain.
The servant took the boy to his mother. The boy sat on his mother’s lap until noon. Then he died.